<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> Lightbulb<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>As much as Mackenzie struggled to say the right thing around Grace so she wouldn’t cause insult, she was able to take the worst of it without batting an eyelash. Grace bristled, but her apology was unnecessary and waved off with a casual flick of her hand. She took no insult. Quite frankly, she was grateful that Grace has put it out in the air like that. Mack could be pretty dense at times.<br/><br/>“I’m doing so good, please forgive me if I fuck it up at this point, Grace, I know this isn’t something to make light of. And we both know I really suck with this heart to heart stuff.” If it involved emotions or talk about family, Mackenzie would always opt out. For Grace… well, she really was trying. She wanted to help.<br/><br/>“But look at that message again.” Mackenzie pulled up her phone, a few quick flicks with her finger and the image she had posted (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299743.msg14717588#msg14717588) of herself after an exploit with a polyjuice potion came onto the screen. She had a damn good memory, there was no need to refresh herself on what was said on the message, she recited it almost exactly. “You were teasing me about my geezer attire --which by the way was quite comfortable! I told you that you only wanted to get me naked,” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively next if Groucho Marx could be a minx. “And then read what Corey wrote after that.”<br/><br/>She hoped she sounded sincere, that she didn’t sound belittling or lacking any of the empathy Grace needed. Heartbreak was a wretched thing, something that never truly healed and if Mackenzie could save the girl from feeling it she wouldn’t hesitate.<br/><br/>“Let me try this again,” she pulled the face mask off now, rubbing the excess oils into her skin. “He didn’t say he wanted to see me naked; the boy saw two girls talking online, and one mentioned nudity and his brain went south between his legs. There isn’t enough blood in the body to power both the brain and an erection at the same time. Probably why men tend to think with their pricks.”<br/><br/>She grabbed another helping of the unicorn whats-it and crunched on a few pieces as she finished. “I promise you, Grace. If you and I were both naked in the same room, standing at opposite ends, Corey wouldn’t even remember my name. And he shouldn’t. You have legs for<em>daaaays</em>!”<br/>