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Nia goes to Madame DeBarbarac. Not only does she, the Headmistress, help Nia, but also tells her some interesting news. What is this news, and what will it bring?

A/N: Hi! Sorry, I know the chapter is short but they'll get longer. And if there are any questions, feel free to ask. Comments, nice or not, are all wanted and needed for my and the stories improvement. Also, to answer the only question I've received so far...

Q: shaoshao chan: what does 'le rêve' mean? Or does it not mean anything?

A: Actually it was, until all the funny signs happened. I attend a French school, so I know how to speak it (duh!) Truth be told, Naomi attends Beaux Batons, which you would have found out even if I hadn't said anything! 'le rêve' is supposed to be 'Le Reve'. The first e in the second word, well there's supposed to be a thing on top. It means The Dream. I'm sorry for the long answer, it wasn't intended to be this long!

Either way, please R&R. I would really like to here from anyone reading! Thanks and hope you like the chapter. Oh, and the next chapter will be up as soon as I get a review. It's ready and waiting. The chapter commences...

Chapter 2
Madame DeBarbarac

"Entré, come in," Madame DeBarbarac called through the door, sounding more tired than normal. Naomi, once again, took a deep breath, and entered the room.
"Bonjour, Madame." She looked toward Madame waiting for an answer.
"Oh, well hello, Miss DuBois, how are you doing?" Now sounding worried, Madame DeBarbarac waved at the chair. It was a polite gesture, but Naomi didn't respond, continuing to stand next to the door.
"No thank you, Madame, I'm very sorry to intrude but Miss LaTiche talked me into to coming. I had the nightmare again..." Naomi had the feeling that she didn't have to continue.
"Miss LaTiche was right to do as she did. You've been having these nightmares for quite some time now, haven't you?" she asked in a calm, soothing tone. Naomi truly did appreciate the understanding of Madame DeBarbarac.
"Yes well, I had them sometime about a year and a half ago, but they stopped soon after. They're horrible, so please don't ask me to exp—"
Madame interrupted. "I don't need you to tell me what happens in the nightmare. Although I cannot tell you how I know, I can say that I will do everything possible to help you, is that alright?" Madame waited patiently for an answer.
"If you can rid me of these bloody nightmares, of course it's okay," Naomi mumbled. Her desire to curse was unbelievable, especially in front of Madame. "Why is it that this incredibly undesirable dream—wait, can this even be considered a dream!" Her voice went quite high now, wavering a little. "Every time I have it, it just feels so real..." But, as she said this, it became apparent that she wanted to cry once more. However, mastering the emotion, she refused to do so…especially in the presence of her headmistress of almost six years.
"Miss DuBois, I will do everything in my power to help you find the reason behind these dreams. Also, from what I just heard, you want to 'get rid of them'. That, by chance, is very good, for me to help you, you must help me." The Headmistress smiled at Naomi as she finished. Even though the smile on the slender woman's face was as motherly as could be, it did not seem to make Naomi feel any better. To her, it seemed like the smile was almost forced, pathetically forced.
Just as Naomi began to trail off in her own thoughts, Madame DeBarbarac began once more. "Your parents have contacted me, Miss DuBois. You are to pack your trunk, enough for exactly one week. They have informed me that your brother is back from Italy for the time being. He, himself, informed me that he would like to see—how did he put it now?—his 'vix'? I think that was what he said. Mark is very odd, for when I ask who or what this 'vix' is; he told me it was you!" Madame DeBarbarac had this odd look on her face that Nia couldn't quiet place. "If you don't mind me asking, Miss DuBois, but what does 'vix' mean?" she asked, curiosity filling in her voice.

"Uh, well…" Nia stopped for a moment, surious as how to answer. "It's means nothing. Nothing at all, just a childhood nick name that stuck. Although…Madame? Did anyone mention Miss LaTiche at all during the conversation with my family?" Naomi politely asked, feeling anxious.
"Yes, they did. I am disappointed to inform you that they said you are to leave without her. You should go and pack your trunk, for you are scheduled to leave directly after dinner, is that clear, Miss DuBois?" She switched to "headmistress mode" as quickly as one could blink their eyes.

"Very, Madame….Thank you and... Merlin, has it really been an hour since I arrived?" Naomi gasped, noticing the time.

"I should leave…need to pack and, of course, speak to Mel—I mean Miss LaTiche. Good day, Madame..." Naomi began to run down the hallway, out the statue hole, through the long corridors to her House's common room and up the stairs to the girl's dormitory. She ran into the room she shared with Melanie, moved to the side of the bed and pulled out her trunk. Throwing her trunk on the bed, Naomi packed in a rush, eager to see her family.

Mark's home, he's home! Naomi thought. Oh, I can't wait to see him! What's with him, calling me 'vixxie' in front of Madame DeBarbarac. Idiot! I swear…I'm going to get him when I get home. Nia smirked at the thought of getting her brother back for leaking such a secret out, and to Madame DeBarbarac, no less! I wonder if Mark or Mother and Father can help me with this nightmare...

She continued to pack, yet she was in her own personal world. So much that she failed to notice Melanie walk into the room.