<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gphgVpH.gif)</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> Banter and food<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gryffindor table</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Mackenzie folded both hands beneath her chin, blinking up at Rhys like some movie star harlot basking in the adoration of fans and paparazzi alike. The cheeky smirk on her face was proof enough that she didn’t take his comments too seriously. What was friendship, without some bantering? Boring, that’s what, and you could always count on Rhys for a good laugh. Either because of his brilliant commentary or the amusement any spectator had when watching a raging bull inside of a fine china shop.<br/><br/>She especially enjoyed watching how he handled arguing with some of the professors on campus. It never failed to give her a good laugh.<br/><br/>“That’s jus’ cus you’re no’ used tae carryin’ a conversation wi’ women,” she replied, layering on her accent as thick as possible just to grate on him. “You may actually get pas’ their knickers if you do more than strut around like a peacock, pokin’ yer willy at every skirt that swished by.” Finished with her potatoes she began to poke at some mutton with her fork, debating if she were still hungry or not. “I canno’ wai’ till the other schools arrive…” How long until someone from Beauxbatons puts a jinx on Rhys? Or until a Durmslag tries to punch someone’s lights out? It was going to be damn amusing, and Mack was quite eager to cause her own stir of trouble.<br/><br/>She grinned, much in the way a fox might after cleaning out the chicken coop and got away with it. Mischievous, a little dangerous, and ready to cause more trouble.<br/>