Mackenzie dragged her feet as she exited Sonnier and made her way towards the pitches. She wasn’t really sure what kind of bullshit the redhead was spewing about the flagpole, did they even have a flagpole? It was one of those things that seemed like they would have but she had never really bothered to look for. She figured if they had it, it would be near the sports fields. She slouched as she neared the Quidditch pitch, she still saw no stupid pole.

This whole things was stupid, she was pretty fed up about it. There was no way in hell that she was going to fight her best friend, no matter how much the redhead was pissing her off. It irritated the hell out of her that she was the one who was getting all the blame for what had transpired. Granted, she had kind of started it, she hadn’t been expecting to get under Frankie’s skin as much as she had however. And she definitely hadn’t planned on hitting the stupid French girl. Which, she honestly still didn’t see why it was that big of a deal. It was a stupid cat fight, sometimes cats let out their claws. No one had died, or been seriously injured.

She lit a cigarette and adjusted her sunglasses, as she stood in front of the entrance to the Quidditch pitch. Where the hell had Tatum even meant when she said flagpole? Grumbling angrily, she decided to just go lay out on the field, she figured the redhead knew her well enough to know where she’d be if she needed to find her. She mildly surprised to see Tatum already slumped over on one of the benches waiting for her. Apparently she knew her better than Mackenzie thought.

Slouching her way towards the redhead she stopped several feet away from the girl, and stared at her. What the hell was she wearing? Her first instinct was to tease the girl in the playful way she usually did, but then she remembered that the redhead was legitimately mad at her this time. She frowned instead, and took a drag of her cigarette.

“Are we gonna do this or what?” She asked, her tone conveying boredom. Her posture was all about putting forward a tough attitude. She figured she’d let Tatum whack at her a bit, let the girl get out whatever frustration she had and then go back to her dorm to mope a little bit more.