<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/56206783/original.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;"><strong>Mackenzie Aayana White</strong></span></span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Hecate<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Main House<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Open {Tagging: Veronica}<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>June 20th, Between events<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Cautious<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">fully charged magic amulet (fully dark blue matching ring)</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.dhresource.com/0x0/f2/albu/g4/M01/66/58/rBVaEVfNYmSAG5VTAAJ6RrBbdjo220.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">fully charged magic ring (fully dark blue)</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/813uFj-L9FL._SY500_.jpg)</div></div>, torn grey shirt, ripped black jeans, spiked leather jacket, and leather knee-high boots with studded straps all the way up the leg, with her magic amulet and ring<br/><br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>None<br/><br/><br/><hr/>Kenzie couldn't be sure how long she'd been trying to figure this thing out.  Long enough for two attempts to fail at least.  Whoever had written the note clearly had some powerful magic on their side if Kenzie was failing this much trying to figure this out.  Attempt number three, Kenzie was resorting to potions.  They had never really been her thing, but spells weren't working so it was her last hope.  At least before the party, that is.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;">"Must.  Be.  Careful...."</span></span>Kenzie said as she tilted the bottle carefully over the note.  She was watching a single drop form and was about to see it drop from the lip of the bottle when...<br/><br/><strong>"Yeesh, I should buy less stuff but I just could pass up these fabrics."</strong>Roni came in, startling Kenzie and forcing her hand to slip.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey Kenzie... what's going on?"</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;">"Shit!"</span></span>Kenzie cried out at the same time as Roni asked her what was going on.  Chuckling suspiciously, Kenzie grabbed a rag and threw it on top of the note, turning to face her roommate and attempting to block everything from Roni's view.  Kenzie knew she probably wasn't doing a very good job at hiding anything.  She hated hiding things from a fellow witch, but if Roni knew, who knew how she'd react, both to the threat and to what Kenzie was doing.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;">"Uhhhh....Oh.  Um, nothing."</span></span>Kenzie smiled as innocently as she could.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;">"New fabrics?"</span></span>The blue-haired girl asked, in an attempt at turning the topic off her task.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;">"You know, you really <em>must</em> help me with some stage outfits one of these days.  Your dresses are always so beautiful.  Making one for the Ball tonight?"</span></span>