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A/N: This chapter really isn't that good, I know. I just want to keep this story going. Hopefully it's at least good enough for now.

When she awoke the next day, Laura was surprised to find herself still at Mr. Majors' house. Apparently she'd fallen asleep in the guest room. Actually, he'd carried her there after she fell asleep on the couch but she was too tired to remember that. The reason she awoke was even more shocking than where she awoke.

That dreadful child Perdita was sitting on the bed shaking Laura by the shoulders. The sight of Perdita's pale face up close like this was quite startling.

"What are you doing here, Mom?" the girl asked.

"I should ask you the same question."

For a moment neither spoke. Finally, Laura decided that she should explain first because she was the sane one and the adult. It would be better that way.

"I stayed here last night because your father and I stayed up late talking. Nothing happened and I plan to go home now. Why are you here? Why are you in this bed with me – oh that sounds terrible, I didn't mean it like that – with me?"

"Just because. Anyway… it's Saturday, Mom. That means a whole day of nothing to do! I've got the free time to go see the McKinley family, to meet their teenager-child. I still don't know her name, you know. And if we're to be classmates next year I must learn it!"

Laura sighed. "Perdita, why not learn it later? The new school year doesn't start for quite a while."

"Because," the girl replied.

Then, she left that room and went to her own.

Laura was rather worried now. Surely Perdita would only make matters worse by doing whatever she was going to do! If the so-called 'McKinleys' were whom Laura suspected… well, it wouldn't work out.

By this point she'd guessed from various hints here and there that Mr. and Mrs. McKinley were Magenta and Riff Raff. The incestuous servants. Though Laura didn't know anything about a daughter. The child must've been born around the same time as, after. Had Magenta already been pregnant by the time?

They'd been roommates, dear friends. Surely Laura – then called Columbia, as she'd told Mr. Majors the previous night – would've figured that out! Especially since she'd already had a child of her own by then. Or were alien pregnancies different? Yet Magenta's child could've easily been conceived after that terrible night when everything went wrong. That would make sense…

"Enough thinking about things that don't really matter," she muttered to herself.

Then, she got out of the bed and looked in a nearby mirror. She still wore the clothes she'd worn yesterday. At least she knew that Mr. Majors was too polite to undress her. It then occurred to her that she'd either have to go back to her house dressed like this or borrow something of Perdita's.

The latter sounded so terrible that she quickly smoothed out her skirt, fixed her hair, and rushed out the door. It was lucky indeed that she lived only a few houses away.

As soon as she returned to her own house she cooked breakfast for "Hermione" and herself.

Meanwhile, that fiendish little creature named Perdita walked towards the now house owned by the McKinleys. It looked nice enough. The garden out front was well kept – thanks to the previous owner – and the front door a vibrant blue color.

Being the peculiar child she was, Perdita didn't knock on the front door to gain entrance. Instead she walked around the house looking in each window. After a while she found the window she liked best.

With strange nonchalance she climbed through that window with very little effort. This awoke the pale, thin, redhead girl that lay sleeping on the bed that took up much of one corner. The girl sat up, too frightened to speak.

"What're you?" Perdita asked. "Now, don't scream. I won't hurt you or anything if you answer my question."

"My name is Flora and I am the daughter of Richard and Margreta McKinley," the girl said, oddly calm. As if she's expected this. "Please, miss. What is it you want from me?"

Perdita laughed that mad laugh of hers. "Oh, nothing much. Probably just some entertainment, maybe a bit of gossip. Let's begin with me asking… where're you from?"

"Far away. Very far away," Flora replied, her green eyes wide.

Thankfully, Perdita didn't ask the other girl to elaborate. She just asked more and more increasingly random questions. Flora answered everything she could without giving away her true origin. This soon became a game of sorts. Perdita quickly decided that she liked this girl because of how 'trainable' she seemed.

Flora, on the other hand, was still sort of confused. Yet this bizarre little game was still weirdly fun.

Even though they'd just moved into the house they'd already installed those infamous monitors. So, on the other side of the house, Flora's parents watched her talking to that little invader. Neither of them said anything for a while.

It was almost frightening that the two girls got along so very well. Strangely it didn't bothered Magenta how persuasive this child Perdita was.

"Just like her father," Magreta muttered, finally. "Getting along vith everyone."

Quiet as usual, Richard merely nodded in agreement.

Neither of them knew what to do. Letting their beloved daughter meet this creature called would be a good thing for their little plan. That strange child seemed tame, all things considered. Magreta guessed that this was due to her being brought up by boring Brad Majors and Columbia – who had magically morphed into an adult since they'd last spoken and changed her name to Laura Trent.

While Magreta thought about all this – and more – her brother/lover silently thought much more cynical things. He was worried… rightfully worried.

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