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Mackenzie jumped so severely at the sound of Evan's voice and jerked so quickly out of Sebastian's grasp that for a few moments it felt like she had broken a few limbs. She did not, however, even have time to check, because as soon as she had distanced herself from Sebastian, Mackenzie found she was frozen in her spot, unable to move or speak.

How was it that this was happening to her? Was she not allowed to ever be happy? Could she never just have one moment? Or was this suppose to be some sick test, like the ones her mother had insisted on telling her over and over again? How people would tempt you from achieving what you were meant to achieve, but in the end you should always strive to marry a young, pureblood man from an upstanding family was the right thing to do, and that was it. But-- Mackenzie didn't feel like Sebastian would inhibit her from anything. In fact, she felt the complete opposite about him: when she was around him, it didn't feel like she had to put on an act, she could just be herself and that was good enough.

Which obviously meant that the universe would do whatever it took to keep them apart. Since feelings like that weren't deemed good enough.

A fresh wave of tears began to form in her eyes, and her first movement in what seemed like hours was to quickly bat them away. Mackenzie's hands went from her face to her hair, brushing her hair down despite still being in place and now slightly wet. Breathe, breathe, because it was necessary. And as much as she wanted to control herself, Mackenzie could not hold back the two longing looks she directed to Sebastian and Evan (Merlin--- how would she explain this to him?), each having completely different meanings.

"N--no, of course not," Mackenzie spoke in a voice quiet unlike her usual one. A completely forced and fake smile appeared on her lips as she turned to avoid both their gazes, a hand going to pat her hair again. Call it an anxious habit, but the situation she was in now was a tad stressful. "I just have to... would you mind? I have to go check on--- something." Rachel was going to have to owl her things to her tomorrow, because there was no way Mackenzie was coming back to this spot tonight to retrieve them.

She couldn't even look at Sebastian as she rushed past him, and darted behind Evan: it was far too heartbreaking to even try, so she didn't even attempt to give a glance back over her shoulder as she walked away, head low.