<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjdYHyu.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Mackenzie “Mack” O’Hare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674148#msg14674148)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth, Gryffindor<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> Beech / 12” / Horned Serpent Horn (https://i.imgur.com/xVVNflt.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This right hurr (https://i.imgur.com/KBN0flw.jpg) with these bitch-shoes (https://i.imgur.com/IOCSl4A.jpg). Also also: this necklace from Aleks (https://i.imgur.com/2Sj41ap.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26th October, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Raided closets, alcohol and loud music<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Rhys, Bambi<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Grace, Dior and Valenin</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Not for the first time, Mackenzie discovered that she didn’t exactly think her plan all the way through. The idea of making a bet with Rhys was all for fun, a friendly competition against two overly competitive little fucks who would get a good laugh at it in the end. At least, that had been her intention when she goaded him into it. But when the deal was made and the schools arrived, all of those flirty little skirts and broad shoulders were out on full display. Mackenzie realized she was in over her head.<br/><br/>She didn’t exactly lack any self-confidence. If anything, she could learn a little humility and she knew that. But while the students at Hogwarts knew her mannerisms and her wily ways the new additions were on a level playing field. First impressions were important, and despite her confidence and her<em>loud</em>personality, she was going to need more than a wild mane of red hair to get the attention this particular game of lust required. And as much fun as this game was going to be, she still had her personal rules and code of ethics to consider. She might have enjoyed sex and shared the experience a bit freely, but calling her easy was a mistake.<br/><br/>She went to Dior for help. Just before the party was due to start, Mack found herself standing in her underwear with her hands on her hips, looking at a selection of clothes she had pulled out of the closet that belonged to the other woman. There was a lot to choose from and fashion wasn’t exactly Mackenzie’s strong suit. Had she thought ahead she would have had Grace join her. Or, if she was even better prepared, she would have dragged both women out with her to the shops in order to purchase a couple of outfits that were a bit more complimentary than her messy drawers allowed.<br/><br/>Her goal was to be like a really good perfume. Just enough to tease the senses and invite those curious enough to move in closer for another taste. It was time for her A-game.<br/><br/><em>Where the hell did that come from?</em>Maybe she was spending too much time with Grace’s Cosmo magazines.<br/><br/>What she settled on was ultimately a conclusion of frustration and dwindling patience. Black shorts that matched with a black, lacy top. Too cold for autumn in Scotland, but indoors with pulsing music and dancing bodies it would be comfortable. The silk robe probably was meant for the shower or the spa or something, but it did a good job at hiding the webbing of scars that trailed from the base of her neck down to her ankles and those unsightly things normally creeped people out. That would be the opposite of what she was going for.<br/><br/>Just a little makeup on her eyes, all of that flaming red hair was pulled back in the most organized bun of her life and at this point, Mack was bored and ready to join the masses accumulating downstairs. She put her bare feet into some spiky heels and hoped she wouldn’t break her neck coming down the stairs.<br/><br/>Whatever the tournament had planned for its contestants couldn’t be more challenging than walking in heels that lifted her an extra three inches from the ground. She didn’t quite understand how some women could do this daily. What was wrong with a perfectly good pair of trainers?<br/><br/>Who was she kidding? She loved the way heels made her legs look. She fancied them on the ladies she got friendly with after all.<br/><br/>When Mackenzie joined the party there were already guests mingling about, some familiar, some not, but it was quite early yet. Dior was talking with a rather awkward looking man. He looked a little like a puppy who hadn’t quite grown into his coat. A little gangly, a bit dorky and certainly out of his comfort zone. Something told her that this was his first<em>party</em>, because any celebration not thrown by Dior was reduced to a simple shin-dig in comparison.<br/><br/>Rhy was already at work, chatting up a gorgeous blonde who screamed 'virgin' if there ever was one.<br/><br/><em>Do I?</em>Grabbing a drink from one of the passing servers, Mackenzie felt herself smirk before strolling up to the pair.<em>Who am I kidding? The game is on.</em><br/><br/>"Rhys!" Just to be irritating, she rolled the R extra hard for her friend and draped her free arm across his shoulders. This was made easier by heels which added to her height. "Just the bloke I was looking for! And who is this gem you've found?"<br/><br/>The blonde was blushing. While the crimson lighting didn't make it too clear, Mackenzie was pretty good at picking up details. She gave the girl credit for trying, even as she pulled at her wrists and spoke with a soft voice that was thickly accented, but clear. "Bambi Tremaux," a slight pause, before she answered Rhys' question, despite her accent making it obvious. "I attend Beauxbaton. It's a pleasure to meet you both."<br/><br/>"Tremaux? Isn't your headmistress a Tremaux?"<br/><br/>Bambi answered with a nod and "Oui," before explaining further. "The headmistress is also my aunt."<br/><br/>Mackenzie's grin was slow, but it stretched out across her lips until she was flashing white teeth. She smiled then more pointedly at Rhys, almost as if to say,<em>You're so out of your league with this one.</em>With a satisfied sip of her champagne, she eagerly awaited to see just how he might reply.