<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> Pillow fights in their underwear, only fully clothed, no fighting, and no pillows... Talking. They’re just talking. <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Grace was probably the most vibrant person she had ever met, and at the beginning of their friendship, Mackenzie found it a little overwhelming. There was a lot of pastels, a lot of giggling, a lot of ‘girly’ things that she had no experience with and for a while Mack wasn’t sure what to do with any of it. Over time, though, as Mack analyzed and collected her data and arranged her thoughts, she came to the simple and very crazy conclusion that Grace was actually a good person.<br/><br/>Mack wasn’t.<br/><br/>So why did Grace want to be her friend? It boggles the mind.<br/><br/>Her efforts were genuine, even if she often failed miserably at showing Grace her appreciation for the gestures and efforts that were made. For example, when the tray of colorful treats was offered, Mack’s rebuttal was “It looks like a unicorn just vomited all over these,” And as soon as the words were out of her mouth she immediately helped herself to one of the cups to eat the snack. She didn’t doubt that they were delicious -and they were- but Mack discovered that she had a hard time getting a good read on Grace. Most people were predictable. They wanted something; sex or help or leverage of some kind. Grace… didn’t. They had one of the healthiest relationships Mackenzie ever had and so she often fumbled with maintaining it. Worried she would say something wrong to tarnish it. Worried that Grace would discover for herself just how wretched Mackenzie really could be. Maybe that was why she immediately agreed to the sleepover. Maybe that was also why this relationship was one of the only things Mackenzie bothered to put any effort in at all.<br/><br/>Even if Mack didn’t sleep. By this time it was likely that they both knew she would sneak another wideye potion or slip out as soon as Grace herself went to sleep. It was a routine in its own way and a topic Mackenzie wasn’t willing to discuss. Even with her friend.<br/><br/>Mack picked out the tiger face-mask.<br/><br/>“So… this quiz is supposed to tell me if someone has a crush on me?” A crimson brown arched as she opened her face mask and began to apply it to her face. When her stripes were in order, and the sweet-smelling oils were doing… whatever the hell they were supposed to be doing, {other than feeling cold), Mack lifted both hands to make claws. “Rawr!”  The corner of the beauty mask flopped, so she had to smear it back into place.<br/><br/>“What if I don’t care?” Wait, that probably sounded like she thought this quiz was a stupid idea. And she did, but that wasn’t the point. Stupid could be fun. “Wait, who am I supposed to pick? Wait! Does it have to be a guy?”<br/>