<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/613ozDF.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> As pictured.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Leave him wanting more.<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong>  “Just One Kiss” -Alannah Myles (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1R_SU-F5e0)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aleks, END</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><em>Oh, ho HO!</em>Give Aleks a little time to adjust, and it was quite clear he wasn’t as bashful as the crimson wash on his face suggested. That was good. It gave his bold responses a lot more<em>oomph</em>when they came. Mackenzie felt her grin stretching even wider across her face, but the number of responses she was ready to sling back at him remained locked in her throat and in check.<br/><br/><em>Down girl.</em>If this was any other time with any other person, she might have just invited them straight to her bed. But, this was different. Aleks was her friend. They spent a little over a year talking and building on that friendship with solid communication and for the first time in her life, Mackenzie was hesitant to rush ahead. As much as she would enjoy having him wrap his arms around her and toss her onto the bed- she found a sudden urge to try some self-control.<br/><br/>They didn’t make men like him anymore and she certainly didn’t deserve him, but she wasn’t the type to let opportunities pass her by. She would do this proper, slower, not only to keep from adding pressure but also to consider what it was she intended on doing. Because she hadn’t the slightest idea what she was doing. Or what she was thinking.<br/><br/>The thought of the Grinch came to mind, where his green little heart grew in size. Maybe she was feeling the same thing?<br/><br/>“That can be arranged.” Down girl! Heel! Mack scooted to the edge of the table. “But why don’t we wait for private tours until after the chaos settles down? Gives you a chance to unpack your bags, settle in a dorm and who knows; maybe they’ll place you in Gryffindor. We might even share a wall.” Ah hell, this self-control thing was difficult. She had to leave, or she was going to cave.<br/><br/>Mackenzie hopped down from the table and stepped in close to Aleks. She pressed a quick, chaste kiss to his chin. “Welcome to Hogwarts, enjoy the short skirts and the flavor Scotland has to offer.” She pulled away, then gestured in a sinewy, graceful sort of way. “You should really come to Dior’s party. I’ll be there with bells on.”<br/><br/>Leave him wanting more; with that, she turned on her heel and left the great hall.”<br/><br/><div align="center">[-END SCENE-]</div>