Post by Mackenzie Holden on Apr 9, 2005 22:02:29 GMT
Mack didn't hate muggles, nor did she hate muggleborns. But she didn't exactly go around making best friends with them, either. If one made her mad, of course she would cause some trouble, but that was her nature. Don't make a Holden girl mad, everyone knew that. Her sister, Dixie, and her mother were known for their firey tempers and harmful attitudes. Mack was the worst though, speaking because of her martial arts. In fact, two weeks ago Mackenzie had actually kicked a girl just because she was walking behind her and didn't acknowledge her presence. Mack was kind of touchy in that subject, not letting anyone sneak up on her. Too many times had that happened before, and too many times had Mack let herself be surprised.
No more. Mack was no longer going to be spooked nor surprised unless wanted to. Well, most the time, this weekend however, was as good as it gets. She was carefree this weekend, smiling a lot, and spending some time shopping at the shops. It was Saturday and Mackenzie was walking along the streets of Hogsmeade, her blonde hair blowing back in the breeze and her blue eyes covered with sunglasses. She held a cup that was filled with a smoothie, slurping it down. Her grey shoulderbag was over her shoulder, and a multicolored scarf blew behind her as well. Sure, Dix knew about fashion, but that didn't totally mean she wasn't able to wear some style.
So, Mack was walking down the streets. Children running around, people laughing, talking, being happy. Mack wasn't getting annoyed. Actually, she was so much absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't realize she was walking into people. It wasn't until she actually fell backward because she ran into someone, did she realize that she was spaced, "I'm sorry. That was my fault." She muttered, brushing herself off from the smoothie which had spilt on her clothes. Mack looked up at the person, recognizing them.
No more. Mack was no longer going to be spooked nor surprised unless wanted to. Well, most the time, this weekend however, was as good as it gets. She was carefree this weekend, smiling a lot, and spending some time shopping at the shops. It was Saturday and Mackenzie was walking along the streets of Hogsmeade, her blonde hair blowing back in the breeze and her blue eyes covered with sunglasses. She held a cup that was filled with a smoothie, slurping it down. Her grey shoulderbag was over her shoulder, and a multicolored scarf blew behind her as well. Sure, Dix knew about fashion, but that didn't totally mean she wasn't able to wear some style.
So, Mack was walking down the streets. Children running around, people laughing, talking, being happy. Mack wasn't getting annoyed. Actually, she was so much absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't realize she was walking into people. It wasn't until she actually fell backward because she ran into someone, did she realize that she was spaced, "I'm sorry. That was my fault." She muttered, brushing herself off from the smoothie which had spilt on her clothes. Mack looked up at the person, recognizing them.
