“I didn’t think I’d ever be the one to say this, but you should tell the headmaster, or like, Simmons.” Mackenzie said, frowning slightly. It felt weird to say that to anyone, usually because she was the one undermining the authority. It was all too weird though, and she was worried about Tatum. It wasn’t like she could keep watch in her room every night to try and catch whatever had been there. “They might be able to figure out what it was, and get rid of it, or something.”

“And no, creepy stuff is creepy,” Mackenzie scoffed, giving Tatum a weird look. “I’m freaking scared of your room now. Never going in there again, we’ll just have to have sexy time in my room from now on.”

Mackenzie laughed and grinned slyly at Tatum, she’d could try to keep her hands to herself but she wasn’t promising anything. “I’d keep my hands to myself,” She purred in Tatum’s ear. “For the most part, I can’t promise I won’t try.”

She winked at Tatum and went back to sitting normally, plucking the cigarette from the younger girls hand.

“But seriously, you’re welcome anytime Tat.”