Walk and Talk (Mackenzie)

"Home is a whole different story for another time" she said giving him a smile. Her home life was chaotic, with death eaters coming in and out every day to speak with her god mother and asking Mackenzie when she would take over in her fathers place, as Ryder obviously wouldn't be doing it. It was all overwhelming at times, but Mackenzie was able to keep up. She looked up from her thoughts when he said the food arrived "great I'm starving. I just realized I kept you from the ball. I feel bad about it"

Cameron noticed the tone of her voice as she mentioned her home. He wouldn’t ask, because he knew that if she wanted to talk about it she would eventually. Besides, he barely knew her and although it was often thought that talking to someone you don’t know can help to put one’s problems into perspective, it had to be when they were ready. “Oh, me too,” he said, moaning softly as he inhaled the scent of the food before taking a slice, “it’s okay, honestly. I wasn’t really planning on going, but my head of house insisted so I figured I might as well.”

Mackenzie took a slice and put it on her face before grabbing the powder cheese and shaking some on it. She smirked before picking it up and taking a bite "oh Salazar, this is good" she said smiling. Mackenzie usually tried to eat healthy for the most part but pizza was so good. It was a weakness of hers. She giggled a bit at the statement about his head of house "well look on the bright side. You met little old me!"

Cameron ate his slice of pizza quickly, because he was a growing boy and he was starved. With his second piece, he took his time. “Oh, it is delicious,” he agreed, “this place makes everything here. Even the bacon is smoked out the back.” It wasn’t common to have a place where the food is actually freshly made, and the quality of the food shone through. “I have to agree,” he said, “I’m glad I came out, because it’s always good to make a new friend. And I’m glad that I was able to brighten your night, even if only a little.”

Mackenzie finished her first slice around the time he was half way through his second one. She picked up another slice and bit into it. She raised an eyebrow as he started talking about how the restarsunt made everything fresh "that's good to know. I'm glad you came out to. I don't have a lot of friends. Mostly enemies" she said frowning at the fact "we should head back soon though" she said knowing her few friends would be worried she had been gone so long

Cameron chuckled at her response, knowing that she probably didn’t care about how the food was made. But the Ravenclaw always appreciated the little things like that, and he was never too worried about seeming like a dork. The fact that he was head boy and a Ravenclaw pretty much spelled that out before anyone met him, anyway. “Oh yeah, of course,” he said, finishing off his pizza and smiling at her as she finished hers, “shall we start the walk back now?”

When they finished the pizza she nodded and wiped her mouth lightly with a napkin "Yeah we should. We wandered kind of far so we should get back soon." She slid out of the booth and looked down at her dress "I actually might take you up on that offer of fixing my dress. I would hate to re enter the dance covered in mud." She looked up at him "Cameron, do you think I could get a dance when we get back?"

Cameron stood from his seat just after she did, and he nodded at her request. "Of course," he agreed, "I'll do it once we're outside." He stepped to her and offered her his arm, leading her through the front door and into the street. Then he crouched a bit in front of her, so that he could wave his wand over the hem of her dress twice, once to clean it and once to protect it for the evening. "There, it should be fine now," he said, offering his arm once again, "and I'd be honoured to dance with you."

Mackenzie followed and took his hand and tightened his jacket around her, which he still had on, as the cold wind invaded her personal space "I hate winter." SHe said as she shivered. When he fixed her dress she smiled and this time the smile actually reached her eyes. When he agreed to dance with her she blushed the lightest shade of pink, which of course stood out in comparison to her pale skin. She walked along side him, arms locked, towards the ball.

Cameron smiled in understanding, but he had to disagree. “I love winter,” he replied, “I’m just not so much a fan of the cold.” There was always a difference. Just because someone hated the cold, didn’t mean they should winter. And just because someone hated a trait that a person had, didn’t mean they hated the person. The walk back was a little quieter, and when they arrived at the venue once more, he smiled and said, “shall I put my jacket back on?” When he was back in his formal attire, and her dress was on full display, he offered his arms once again and stepped through the front doors.

Continued…