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McKenzie nodded in acceptance, glancing at Faith once more with a smile. "Hopefully she won't kill you for not telling her sooner." Her smile turned into a smirk, shaking her head slightly to rid the visual. She looked back at Michael and scratched her head. "Um... I'll respect if you want to relate your story in private. Faith and I haven't, um, been on the best terms as of late." She bit her lip slightly, remembering what had happened only minutes ago with slumping shoulders. "In fact... I'll leave now. Best I'm not around. It was nice meeting you Michael, I hope this isn't the last I see of you." She forced a smile before grabbing her Divination books and parchment and heading down to the common room to study.

McKenzie had cursed softly when she reached the common room and set up because she had forgotten to grab her quill and ink. She looked back up the stairs towards the room. With a sigh she started her way up the stairs, stopping from entering at hearing a shriek that signaled Faith's waking. She stood there silently, listening to the story as it was told. God that family is messed up... She took two steps back when she started to hear Faith cry, missing a step and tumbling down the rest with a soft yelp.

McKenzie growled softly at the taunting, feeling herself turn a shade of red in both embarassment and anger as she started standing. She glared at Faith while responding to Michael in a flat tone. "I'm fine thanks. I've taken worse beatings from your darling sister. The only thing injured is my pride." She frowned, quickly tugging her sleeves down to hide the bruises on her wrists from being tied up earlier. She looked at the boy with a half smile. "I just needed my quill and ink and you had started your story when I came to the door and I didn't want to interupt. I apologize."

McKenzie didn't look at him while he asked the questions. There was a lot she wanted to tell, but at the same time telling all would reveal what she was. She bit her lip nervously. He was nice, but she wasn't normally quick to trust, so she tried to dance around it. "Let's just say that we've been at each others throats since the train." She gave a weak smile, glancing at him breifly before picking at the scab on her hand again. She blushed slightly, a flashing memory of Faith's temporary nice treatment jumping to the forfront of her mind. She turned away from Michael, hoping he wouldn't notice that either.

McKenzie's face went pale and her eyes widened. She backpeddled a bit, pushing his hand off her shoulder. Her eyes fluxuated yellow and green as she attempted to control panic. She stared at him hard, her face hardening and her eyes narrowing as she frowned. She scanned the room for a place of quick exit, just in case. Her voice was cold as she barked out a response. "What's it to you?"

McKenzie scoffed, inwardly feeling a little better now that he wasn't so close. "She's only been making my life a living hell half the time and trying to kill me as of today. Other than that no, I've been peachy. " She spit out the words, pain and betrayal showing in her eyes. She leaned against a wall, resting her head against the cold stone. She stared toward the fire in the fireplace. "I don't understand her most of the time. One minute she'll hate me and then the next..." A weak smile tugged at her lips. "...let's just say I've seen the softer side of Faith, albeit very briefly." Her smile vanished as she sighed.

McKenzie had blushed crimson as he pointed out her feelings and blushed even more as he claimed she'd be good for Faith. She cocked an eyebrow at the kiss of her hand and smiled a little. "Thanks. It'll be nice to feel safe while I sleep." She smirked to let him know she was joking, but only a little. She watched him go up the stairs before realization hit her and she called up. "Hey! Can you toss me down a quill and ink?"