Chloe:

In mid-October, I was having a quiet dinner with the other members of the Slug Club and guests (Gretchen was mine), when Dumbledore bust in, carting a letter addressed to all three of us Ondra girls. I opened it, read the letter, and then screamed with delight!

"She's done it!" I leapt up, then ran dress and all up the dungeon stairs toward the kitchens.

I lunged into our common room.

I started waving the letter.

"Well?" Bess asked grumpily. She was sitting in one of the chairs close to the fire.

"Dad let us know that this afternoon, Mummy had a chubby little girl! They have named her Kendra Morgan."

Bess smiled, "Wonderful!"

"Here is a picture."

Kendra had grey-zel eyes with a shock of brunette hair.

"She is gonna be a heartbreaker…" Bess mumbled, suddenly sounding sad.

"What's the issue?"

"I'm happy! Really! But I had Luke crying in my ear all day. His gums were hurting him."

"Ah."

"Why don't you two go back to the party?"

"To that bore fest? No thank you. I'm going to stay here. We have a sister! We have a sister!" Gretchen and I chanted.

Gretchen continued chanting and skipping about.

"Just hope she's not Force sensitive! Because if she is, she's got a long road ahead and a hard one with Mother…" Bess said heavily.

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The next morning, an owl plopped in front of Bess, dropping a note.

She read it, frowned, and then handed the note to me.

Kendra is Force sensitive. Do NOT tell your mother. I'll break the information myself…eventually. It's best that way.

-MPO

"What's MPO?" I asked.

"Master Parr Ondra," Bess explained as she slammed her first onto the table. Hard. Her juice glass nearly left the table.

Gretchen read the note over my shoulder.

"Neither of you tell Mother," Bess warned harshly as she engaged Jason.

He glared at her as she told him about Kendra and her status. Then he frowned, nodded his condolences, and then walked away.

Those two were starting to get on my nerves again.

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I decided to go ahead and tell Ernie.

"I don't know what to say."

"She'll find out on her own eventually, but we don't want to tell her now."

"But the baby is healthy?"

"Yes."

"Obviously, your father knows best," Ernie said.

"I suppose. But Mummy isn't stupid! She'll figure it out on her own when Kendra starts doing baby Jedi things."

"Yeah…like what?"

"Levitating stuff, mostly, from what Bess has told me. Those kids are pretty slick."

"We should learn more, Chloe. I feel bad passing judgement on something I know so little about. Not each child is created equal in talents."

"Very true, Ernie, very true."

"And someday, maybe, I'll get to join your quirky family."

"That would be a fine thing, indeed," I blushed.

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I sent a letter father asking an assortment of questions, including some concerning our newest predicament. Two days later, I received my answer.

He was not going to tell Mummy until Kendra's second birthday. He was also not going to tell the council to avoid the pressure to turn her over.

Surprisingly, I agreed with the decision.

Kendra's secret would be safe with me.