A lingering sigh escaped Mackenzie's lips as she serenely eased herself down onto one of the empty chairs in front of them. She was feeling a bit tired, but that had nothing to do with her head. It felt relatively fine--- well, as fine as it could be in this kind of situation. She had expected the head pain and the anxiety that would eventually lead to some form of confusion, but it at not point so far had become unbearable. And what was the worst thing that could happen? She would just knock herself out, if nothing creating a good scene. It wouldn't be unlike her to be associated with drama now would it?
"I am fine," Mackenzie repeated, reaching up for him. Sebastian was too tense; this was supposed to be a happy occasion, one of celebration for the Potters and the Wizarding World. But he did not look like he was enjoying himself. She was comforted that he was worried (she could only imagine what she would be like if the roles were reversed), but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself a little bit.
"You sit," she continued, grabbing ahold of his front before he had the opportunity to escape through her grasp. Mackenzie tugged downward, attempting to get Sebastian to sit in the empty chair opposite her. "I do not want a drink. I want to sit with my husband at a nice table and relax for a few moments."
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