<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mxfFmFh.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><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> 31st October, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> First in Line - Goblet of Fire<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong>  “Crown” -Neffex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_MTbjHKtobY)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> All</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>She never hesitated. Sure, Mackenzie was impulsive and had the habit of living solely in the moment but as soon as the tournament was announced at Hogwarts she knew that was what she needed to do. It wasn’t about winning. She wasn’t after the glory nor riches. This was about challenging herself. This was about seeing just what she was able to take, what she could accomplish and, quite possibly… flipping the M.O.M the bird as soon as she had their attention on her. Maybe, if she was willing to be a little more honest with herself, she hoped they might find her as a threat. Maybe she wanted a moment to be in the spotlight just to try and make them a little scared.<br/><br/>But that was kept close to the chest. Those were fears and bursts of anger she didn’t whisper to anyone and rarely allowed herself the luxury of sorting through. Mackenzie blamed the ministry for many things, like the lies about her father and the cover-ups of his death. Their determination to keep her away from the truth and the smiling masks they hid behind never failed to grate on every raw nerve. The tournament was the beginning of a plan that was still developing, a toe in the water.<br/><br/>So she stepped forward first, with her name and her school written on parchment in crisp, clear writing. She had nothing to worry about, at this point her fate was in the hands of the goblet. So into the goblet her parchment went with a flash of blue flame, and a flutter of anticipation rolling through her belly.<br/><br/>It<em>had</em>to be her. She was owed far more than what life had dealt her so far. All Mackenzie needed was the perfect place to start.<br/><br/>With that, she stepped away from the cup and back across the line, deciding right then that tonight would be a very good night to party too hard and drink.