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McKenzie stared him straight in the eye, her eyes golden yellow. Her voice was level, but the anger was smoldering behind her eyes. "I do not wish to have a conflict should your sister wake up and discover you tied up. It will lead to bad things. As for friendship... I think only time will tell."

McKenzie grudgingly shook his hands, her eyes instense. "I imagine being in a dungeon a few years lends itself to not making many friends." She glanced around the room, noting the clock. She swore under her breath. "I'm gonna be late for class." She looked back at him, her eyes still intense. "Come with me. You'll take notes for Faith." She pulled her wand from her robes, summoned her books, and nudged him toward the door.

McKenzie finished her class work and started packing up. She noticed Michael drawing and couldn't help but comment. "Nice, but your proportions are slightly off. The head needs to be a bit bigger for the size body you drew." McKenzie paused in her critisism. "Sorry... habit." She scratched her head, trying to find a way to make it constructive critisism. "Um, I do like the technique you use to draw the flames though." She glanced away. "Divination is next." She stood, fidgeting slightly. Way to be a jerk Wallace.

McKenzie nodded and made her way to the next class, making sure to keep an eye on him the entire way there. So far there had been no change or any sign of him drinking personal liquids since she'd seen him this morning. She slowly, mostly because of Michael, made her way up the stairs to Trelawny's class room, taking a seat in the darkest corner and pulling out two pieces of parchment. This was always her doodling class. She sighed and started drawing a night scene with a wolf as the class started.

McKenzie jabbed him in the ribs hard enough to wake him up while simultaneously dropping her quill. Professor Trelawny looked over.

Is there a problem Ms. Wallace?

McKenzie made a lie up quick. "No Professor. I just dropped my quill and Michael went to get it and hit his head on the table." She forced a smile. And picked up her quill from the floor. Trelawny gave them a skeptical gaze before turning back around to help a student. McKenzie gave him a half-assed glare and whispered "You're just as bad as your sister. Draw or something to stay awake." With that she went back to her work, occassionally pulling her drawing out from behind and working on it.

McKenzie made note of the flush, but was distracted by the flash of metal. She glanced down at his knee. "That looks like it hurts. Is it from the accident?"

McKenzie nodded slowly. "Is there no sort of healing magic that can help that? They've done wonders with Faith and I." She scratched her head, eyes trailing up from the knee to his eyes. She looked at him intensly again, her gold eyes almost glowing in the candle light.