<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/K5HcwFT.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> Outfit in the photo<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 5th October, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grace’s room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Perspective.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Getting your mind wiped was no joke to Mackenzie, but Grace didn’t know any better. There were only two people at the school who knew what had happened to her, and both swore an oath never to tell another soul. That was good enough for her, even if it caused one of those friendships to be severely strained.<br/><br/>All anticipated outcomes. When people learned you touched dark magic they had the habit of treating you like a bomb that was about to go off. It didn’t matter that she had been a kid or an innocent bystander in the process. If news got out Mack was certain people would think she had some contagious plague or even worse, treat her with the same empty, sympathetic faces the Ministry had while trying to sweep it all under the carpet. And maybe they should? She wasn’t any closer to finding out what happened, as she got older no one has stepped forward to meet her demands of filling her in. She was ignored. Discarded.<br/><br/>It made her want the information more than ever.<br/><br/>But that was for any other night to brood over. Grace was none the wiser and her comment had come from a harmless angle. The smile on her face didn’t so much as falter.<br/><br/>“He’s probably some neanderthal lookin’ chap,” She said while sitting up. “Unibrow,” she pressed the pad of her finger in between her fine brows, “An underbite,” She jutted out her chin and then crossed her eyes. Then, her impression melted off her face. “But he’s a good guy. I’ll introduce you to him when they get here.”<br/><br/>As for the movie... She gave Grace a wary eye. “You’re not going to force me to watch the Notebook, are you? If so your pillow might accidentally catch on fire.” She was joking, of course… But only mostly.<br/>