“Damn it, fine. You win. We’ll get married for tax purposes.” Mackenzie pouted at the younger girl, damn her cuteness. “You know I can’t say no to you. And you totally take advantage of it.”

She accepted the cigarette from Tatum and listened to her quietly, mulling over what she had said. So it was a bug and the thing had talked to her, but was gone when Bekka was awake enough to look for it. Mackenzie’s eyebrows almost shot off of her forehead, and she choked on the smoke she had just inhaled when she realized what Tatum had just told her.

“Wait,” She gasped between hacking up a lung and trying to figure out exactly what Tatum had just told her. “This bug thing talked to you? Like, spoke words and English and shit? Did you tell anyone else this besides Bekka?”

Mackenzie took another long drag from her cigarette and ran her free hand through her hair. What the hell was going on here? First kids start disappearing, and then this weird bug monster thing starts talking to Tatum. She knew her life wasn’t normal when she learned that the Wizarding World wasn’t like the muggle world but this was a little bit too much even for that.

“I don’t blame you for being wigged out about it,” she said, offering the cigarette back to Tatum. She leaned into the girl slightly, staring off into the distance in thought. “You know you can always come talk to me or just crash in my room or whatever. I know you have Frankie and all to take care of you…but you