Chloe:

Bess had a meeting with Dumbledore about not teaching anymore of Jason's classes.

Her request was denied.

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Luke and Leia caught a cold. Bess stayed the night with Dormé, and Gretchen and I decided that we would snoop through her things.

Ha ha ha.

Everything was tidy. Freakishly so.

Gretchen threw on Bess' cloak and began hopping from bed to bed.

I rolled my eyes and kept poking around her trunk. Her uniforms were neatly folded. Her muggle clothes were folded as though on the shelves in a clothing store. Gretchen and I eventually fell asleep during our late night adventure, leaving our mess.

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"What in the Mustafar have you done?!"

Bess stormed into the dorm.

"We…we…we…" I gulped.

"You've made a shambles of my trunk!"

"We were going to fix it," Gretchen yawned sleepily.

Bess grabbed some fresh clothing and turned to us with a deep, frightening fire glistening in her blue eyes, "You better fix it, or ELSE!" she stormed back out of the dorm.

It would have been funny, if she weren't serious.

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Ernie and I went for a walk along the grounds one evening, holding hands, talking, and occasionally stopping for a smooch.

Sure, I studied. Sure I did my homework, but we were in love, and I couldn't get enough of him.

When I was stressed, Ernie could cheer me up. When I was nervous, Ernie could stabilize those feelings.

Working with Professor McGonagall was generous with deserved praise. If you didn't deserve it, she did her best to help you figure out what went wrong to fix it. She was smart as a whip.

And, I had to hand it to Snape: He knew how to teach and teach well.

I knew to ask questions, and when. My private lessons were paying off, even though he was helping me with Potions and not DatDA.

I was finally improving though, much to Snape's distaste, I'm sure.

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Dumbledore offered Bess and Ben the same arrangement as Anakin and Padmé had in the castle. Ben accepted the offer for both of them, but both requested bunk beds.

So, Bess was removed from the Hufflepuff Fifth Year Girls' dorm.

I thought her moving out would be joyous just at the start of the previous year- I was wrong.

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Gretchen liked it being just us again. I had grown accustomed to Bess, so I was much more upset on the matter.

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My classes were becoming overwhelming! Every time we turned around, we were given a new project or new essay. I was swimming in homework!

Did I just say swimming? I meant drowning. I was drowning in homework.

Cuddling with Ernie, once a reality, was now a pipe dream. His parents offered me room for Christmas, but I was forced to decline. I hadn't seen Kendra yet, and I wanted to see her.

Bess was getting big herself, and I knew seeing Kendra would remind her of the ultimate goal in her struggle.

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Gretchen and I packed up but she sat scowling on her bed, forcefully pushing clothes in her trunk, huffing with every item she shoved inside.

"What is your problem?" I finally spat.

"I don't want to go home."

"Why don't you want to go home?" I asked more calm.

"Because then everything will change when we return. Remember my request to the headmaster?"

"Right…" I trailed.

"Jason is up to something. Someone needs to be in that dorm to keep an eye on him. And since I am in Ravenclaw, I am the best candidate for the job. "

"How do you know he's up to something?" I asked suspiciously.

"Trust the Radar. Okay? He's becoming more and more of a prat on a daily basis."

"I've noticed…" I murmured.

"I've had him uninvited for Christmas. He'll be staying elsewhere."

I sighed with relief.

"Bess will be so pleased," I smiled.

"It gets better. Anakin, Padmé, Dormé, and the twins are going to Naboo to see Padmé's parents. Obi-Wan has been requested on a council binge session. Just family this year!"

"We'll all get our own beds?" I shrieked with shock.

"Yes."

I shrieked again, this time, my shriek was filled with overflowing joy.

Gretchen finally smiled.

"May be nice," she whispered.

"What?"

"Maybe if she wants support, she'll come to us for comfort instead."