<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> Gift exchange and a Hallmark moment <br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong>  “Trouble” -Pink (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFu3YzRnyDU)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aleks, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>The heat which crept across Aleks' face was nearly as seductive to her as the lines around his mouth. She had the sudden urge to reach up and trace them with the pads of her fingers but settled instead with closing her hands into fists to prop herself up on the table. For the first time in a while, Mackenzie didn’t quite trust herself and was lost in the rapid-fire of her thoughts. He wasn’t a virgin, she was certain of that. Yet the flirting seemed to make him react in the most delightful way and she found herself wanting to see it again. Perhaps it was culture shock? Or maybe Mack was being Mack and probably far bolder and forward than most women. Especially in public spaces.<br/><br/>Something white and fuzzy plopped down over her head. It was slightly too large so that the hat hid part of her eyes when it was settled into place, and for a brief moment all Aleks would see was her wide smile and white teeth beneath a white dome. But a nudge with her hand and an adjustment to her braid were all that was required to make it settle in place.<br/><br/>The hat was a bit tacky. It was certainly a statement piece and she had no doubt Grace would give her a few eyeblinks when she caught her wearing it, but for her, it was<em>perfect</em>.<br/><br/>“Braw!” Her exclamation was genuine and she took the hat off only so she might give it a complete look over. His hesitation for the second gift was missed. In fact, she hadn’t even noticed he pulled it out until the large palm was stuck out toward her.<br/><br/>Mackenzie’s smile melted. The second gift made her speechless and she forgot all about the hat that so recently had been a delight. The only other piece of jewelry she owned was her father’s wedding band, now charmed to fit on her thumb without slipping off. The esthetic with that piece was sentimental value and in an instant, the necklace had gained just as much worth. She was careful when she picked it up, turning it over to watch the gleam and indeed her palm began to warm from its presence.<br/><br/>She wasn’t expecting such a sweet gesture. Or was she over thinking things? She wasn’t ignorant, she knew that, but what if this was some quirky tradition his culture -hell, even his home village- partook?<br/><br/>She needed humor again. Something to distract her emotions, which were stirred, as well as something that would soothe his worries.<br/><br/>“Does this mean we’re getting married?”<br/><br/>The smile was back, transformed into a grin as she placed the necklace over her head and proudly wore it out in the open. If that didn’t reassure him, perhaps the way she frequently lifted her hand to touch the crystal would. She hadn’t anticipated him being such a sap. Then again she hadn’t ever anticipated something would be as touching as she found this to be.<br/><br/>Mackenzie pulled up the backpack she brought with her, looking relatively normal in size when it was in her presence. From inside she withdrew a handmade stuffed fox (https://i.imgur.com/6fkea3V.jpg) she crafter herself. It was a bit lopsided, quirky, but nearly as red as her hair and in the form of her patronus. Her intention had been to give him something to remember her by when the school year was over. Even if it would probably sit on a shelf and collect dust.<br/><br/>“Uh, I made my gift too.” She didn’t blush, but there was a bit of a sheepishness to her features that wasn’t there before. “He’s charmed. Here. Watch.”<br/><br/>Setting the fox down beside her on the table, Mackenzie clapped her hands, twice, sharply, and immediately the fox sprung to life and began to dance the Hopak. This lasted for about twenty seconds before the fox finally bowed, and flopped over to its side. She quickly plucked it back up and pointed out the large buttons used for eyes. "I've charmed these, too. I know you're not really big on social media, so I thought while you were here at the school we can use this to communicate. I've got the sisters in my room. That way, if you want to talk of if you need anything you can just send me a message. It<em>should</em>work as walkie-talkies do, but I haven't moved past some light beta testing." She held out the plushy for him. "It shouldn't explode or catch things on fire anymore."