She tried another pitiful attempt at a believable smile, but Mackenzie didn't dare to think it accomplished anything she hoped. Unfortunately, ninety percent of the time Sebastian could see right through her--- so she hoped that tonight would be apart of his off ten percent.
"I am," she nodded as she reached for her cup. Never had the concept of liquor strengthening her current state ever been so appealing. Mackenzie raised her cup up in the air toward Slughorn's general area, and as she had seen her friends do many times, slung back over half her drink in one swing.
What? That was acceptable. She had just been pregnant for nine months, and that's what people did at parties, didn't they? Plus she was apart of the older crowd here so--- fear of growing old could be responsible as well.
She honestly was doing the worst job at appearing calm, wasn't she?
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
