<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> This is not the witch you’re looking for <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/>Mackenzie wasn’t exactly sure what she had been expecting. Her communications with Aleks were always fun, a wonderful distraction when she needed it most and he became someone she could talk to with the safety of anonymity. Of course, she hadn’t shared with Aleks all of her buried secrets and insecurities; over the years she never quite figured out how to explain what happened to her father to those who asked.<em>He died, the M.O.M refuse to tell me how but I know it was a horrible thing and I know they wiped my mind of it several times but it doesn’t seem to stick and they can’t charm away these weird scars.</em>She was brave enough to admit to herself that what they shared was an enjoyable friendship. She liked having someone judge her on her personality, as horribly flawed as she was, without even considering what she looked like or what she had been through. Until now, Mack didn’t realize just how important and perfectly safe it was.<br/><br/>The threat of that safety didn’t shrink back into the shadows when he stepped forward. Something strange happened instead, a weird, fluttery sensation in the pit of her stomach was summoned and she was quite positive her ovaries started screaming in fanfare. Aleks was<em>tall</em>, more handsome than she expected and spoke with a rumble that made her curl her toes inside her shoes.<br/><br/><em>Fuck me…</em><br/><br/>There was a hard reboot of the brain. Luckily, she was so startled by her own reaction that she automatically responded before she could think too much.<em>Thank you, autopilot!</em><br/><br/>“Mackenzie? Mackenzie O’Hare?” She made a face as if she pitied him and saw nothing but looming disaster in his future simply by saying that name. It might as well have been ‘Lord Voldemort’ coming off of his tongue. The red brows furrowed on her pretty face and the brown of her eyes seemed to reflect with sympathy. “You sure you want me to show you where she is? I mean that girl is<em>trouble</em>.” She paused, just long enough for one corner of her mouth to tug upward at him, crookedly. “She’s also quite beautiful, daring, sophisticated, brilliant…” Mack trailed off like in her email, quite aware of how quickly her heart was beating inside of her chest, but more eager to see him smile than anything she had longed for in her entire life.<br/><br/>She hadn’t even had anything to drink. What the bloody hell was wrong with her?<br/>