Mackenzie made a small noise of protest as the younger girl took one of her precious cigarettes but still allowed her to anyway. It wasn’t like she would be able to say no to Tatum anyway. She didn’t really have much to say on the matter of what had happened besides what she had already made clear. She knew that Tatum would defend Frankie no matter what and she could respect that kind of. But she still wasn’t cool with the pain that Frankie had caused her friend, and she wouldn’t forgive easily for that.

“Oh fine, I won’t push her off the roof and make it look like an accident,” Mackenzie sighed in defeat. “But let it be known that it only because you asked me too. And if we’re getting married, I will not share. Especially if you are just marrying me for my tax purpose and not my good looks. I have standards miss Tatum.”

Mackenzie listened patiently as Tatum told her the story, a slight frown making its way onto her face as she continued the story. It was pretty weird, she had to admit, it wasn’t like she had just woken up and seen it. There had been a copious amount of weed involved, and Mackenzie could see that was where Bekka had thought she might have made it up. But there was something else in the girls voice that made Mackenzie believe that it wasn’t something the girl hallucinated.

“Wow that’s….wow.” She said absentmindedly, running through the story in her head one more time. “Creepy. I mean I believe you, we go to a magical school for fucks sake. I’m pretty sure something that large and terrifying would totally exist somewhere. What do you think it was?”

She glance out of the corner of her eye at the red head, and scooted a little closer, squeezing the younger girl with her arm lightly. “Are you okay?”