<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/K43iVtW.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> Black skinny jeans, white t-shirt under her Hogwarts Jacket and a loose Gryffindor tie at the neck.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Nose in a book, plate full of food… just another year.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gryffindor table</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>There wasn’t a shadow of doubt that Mackenzie O’Hare was going to be entering her name into that goblet and the people who sat around her had made the same conclusion. Nods of heads, a few winks, one guy pointed at her and jeered at the Ravenclaw table before chuckling and conversing with his friend. If it was a crazy adventure, a chance to test herself and stretch her mind, Mack would shove herself to the front of the line and declare that she was willing to go first. Win or lose, she wanted to see where the experience would take her and what opportunities it might grant her future. People had similar thoughts, apparently. The energy in the hall was absolutely buzzing. Some with anxiety,<em>What about that Hufflepuff from last time?</em>others with bravado,<em>Take the L, ya Hufflepussies!</em>Everyone had a point, but the decision had already been made. The Triwizard tourney was happening. Again.<br/><br/>Mackenzie turned the page of the book she was currently reading,<em>Bonniers Konversationslexikon</em>and stabbed her fork into some tatters.<br/><br/>This shouting back and forth was a familiar ambiance. Rhys might have been obscene, but like Loveday the jeering was<em>mostly</em>in good fun. She didn’t doubt that if someone’s life was on the line, he’d be the first to jump forward and give them some help. Even if it was just for the bragging rights later on.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, Mack lifted her eyes from the pages of her book and grinned at the upperclassman. “Ach! Sit down, you twat!” The cover closed, before she stuffed the book into the bag at her feet. “You're gettin’ your chubby all over the dressin', put the measuring stick away and eat somethin'."