"It-- I didn't do it to m-mess with your stuff! Screw off! Do you actually t-think that?!" Tatum managed, throwing her hands up over her head in frustration, wand still clutched in one fist. Smoking out of a bong always left the worst taste in her mouth, and it was now worse than ever. She felt nauseous and faint, and it certainly wasn't helping. She'd be lucky if she didn't ralph from freaking out.

"Don't," the redhead quickly offered, trying to hide the desperation on her face, but finding it coming out anyway. "I didn't-- it was a mistake, I lvoe her, please don't tell her," she managed, swallowing thickly again, and lowering her wand a bit. What was she going to do, hex her? Really? Good luck explaining why to anyone.

"I'll-- I'll do anything, I'll like.. buy you a new bed, I'll give y-you all my weed, my tv, anything!"

She knew, in the end, making some kind of financial offer was the only chance she had. If she even still had a chance at this point.