A week had gone by since what she had referred as 'the experience', and life had moved forward as normal.

She was currently in her office with a young girl by the name of Sarah Diggs. Now Ms. Bernnet was not one in favour of playing favourites, but of all the students her company assigned her, Sarah was a true star for her effort alone. Most of the other children, no matter what the age, saw learning as a temporary bore that they be through with once they became old enough. For this, Ms. Bernnet usually had to take an outstanding amount of time and effort simply to ensure they gave their studies their best shot.

Sarah however...she was different. She was only a young fourth grader, but she was passionate about learning. Sadly though, she could never keep still enough to read an entire page of a textbook. It didn't take Ms. Bernnet long to realise the girl was a kinaesthetic learner. So, Ms. Bernnet set aside the books and papers and instead, used the convenience of the internet to create games and word puzzles. It worked. Before either of them knew it, her grades had soared. Ms. Bernnet knew because the young had come skipping into her office one day waving her report card around like a banner. She very nearly smiled at the girl. The young tutor was more than happy to agree to another term of tutoring the child. It had been by far the most rewarding experiencing she had had yet in her fresh career.

It was during this planned session that Ms. Brennet had noticed a sudden change in the nine-year-old's choice in stationary.

"Well that's certainly quite a change in styles, Sarah," she nodded to the young girl. Sarah blushed and turned her head away.

"P-please don't tell my mom! She doesn't like stuff like this," she begged. Ms. Bernnet quirked an eyebrow upwards.

"Oh? And why might that be?"

Sarah hunched her shoulders and hesitated before speaking again. "She...she says that I'm supposed to be a big girl, and big girls aren't supposed to watch silly cartoons and stuff. She says I need to learn how to be a lady."

Ms. Bernnet was slightly taken aback by this. Though she agreed that a girl could never be too young to learn proper etiquette (she herself had grown up a set list of Does and Don'ts by her parents), telling a child she shouldn't be a child was a completely foreign concept to her.

Ms Bernnet shifted in her seat slightly, but non-too noticeably.

"Well, if that's the case dear, how did you get a hold of...this?"

This time it was Sarah's turn to wiggle like a hooked worm. "I won in our class raffle this morning. I got first place, so I could have chosen the giant chocolate bar, but..." her voice trailed off nervously. Ms. Brennet cleared her throat so Sarah's head snapped towards her.

"Sarah, my dear," she smiled. The girl beamed in return. "-I'm very happy for you, but just between you and me, I think you might want to hide that from your mother. She probably wouldn't be too happy about you having princesses on all of your stationary, would she?"

Sarah's smile faltered a little, but she still looked happy enough.

"Thank you Ms. Brennet, and I will. Um...can I ask you a question Ms. Brennet?"

"Yes dear, of course."

"Who's your favourite princess?"

Ms. Brennet was a bit taken aback by this question. Never had anyone asked her something based on something so trivial as a cartoon. Then again, the person asking was only a nine-year-old girl, so of course she would ask her something like that.

"I don't have a favourite, sweetie," she replied. "I've never seen any of them."

Sarah was shocked. "REALLY? You haven't seen any of their movies? But they're so pretty!"

Ms. Brennet shook her head. When she had been Sarah's age, she hadn't interested in much, especially animated films. Cartoons to her had always seemed so childish, and her parents did nothing to encourage the contrary. So instead, she would spend time organising her bedroom, helping her mother look after her younger brother, and listening to her mother on how a successful young lady held herself and went about her business. She could easily have made time to things like watch cartoons, but she hadn't wanted to. I just wasn't important enough.

Therefore, Ms. Bernnet had no honest alternative but to shake her head.. Sarah gaped at her, but quickly snapped out of it.

"Well, MY favourite princess is Princess Jasmine. She can go flying on a magic carpet, but I also like Mulan even though she's not princess cause-" And that was how they spent the remaining half hour of their session. Sarah quickly stuffed her princess stationary at the bottom of her bag to hide it. Now sooner had she slung the backpack over her shoulder than did mother walk through the door.

"Come along Sarah. Thank you again Ms. Bernnet." The older woman smiled at Ms. Bernnet, but dropped the façade when she turned to face her daughter.

"I expect a full report of what you've accomplished today. I got a call from your teacher telling you won a raffle?" Sarah opened and closed her mouth, unsure of what to say. Much to her relief, Ms. Bernnet was still there to come to her rescue.

"Ah yes, she told me that. She won a giant chocolate bar and gave it to me as a small token of appreciation. Very generous of her, especially compared to other children her age," Ms. Bernnet intervened. Ms. Diggs turned to look at her, and while she did, Sarah mouthed a quick "Thank you!" to her tutor.

With one last nod in Ms. Bernnet's direction, the two were off.

She sat down in her chair and organized the papers on her already neat desk. She tried to focus on the task at hand, but her mind kept wondering back to what Sarah had told her.

'Childish,' she thought. 'That's what her mother had called it.' Ms. Brennet had to agree with her there, everything about Disney was childish and stereotypical. If she had a daughter, she probably wouldn't have approved of her taking such a huge interest in the Disney princesses herself. Then again, restriction without explanation fed curiosity, and her mother had taught her long ago that to be a proper parent, you had to leave options open to your child to avoid any….unsavory situations.

Yet, Sarah was such a lovely girl to teach. Far from rebellious or overly-curious. If their conversation had proved anything about her personality, it was that she enjoyed simple things, like stories of flying carpets and princesses and adventure. Whether the young fourth grader wanted to experience these things herself, Ms. Bernnet had no idea. However, with a mother as grounded as that, she was sure to know such things didn't exist.

At least, that what Ms. Bernnet had thought.

She had not forgotten the 'experience' from a week ago, and had half-heartedly concluded that it hadn't happened. Yes, it seemed real, and yes, she had returned home feeling full and with a slight headache from all the noise, but surely that wasn't enough to prove it had actually happened, surely?

Heaving a deep sigh, Ms. Brennet knew there was only one way to find out. Who knew? If it was where she remembered it to be, then maybe she could get a signature or a photograph of one of the princesses to give to Sarah. She knew she would love that. What young girl wouldn't? To know that all of your favorite heroes actually did exist, and magic was truly out there waiting for her to find it, it would be a dream come true!

'Then again,' she sighed to herself. 'I don't want to get her hopes up.' For all Ms. Bernnet knew, the new information could leave the girl seeking adventure when there was, and coming out empty-handed and bitter with disappointment.

Gathering her belongings, Ms. Bernnet decided that she do it anyway, just simply give the girl a walkthrough of reality before handing her the gift. The only problem was tomorrow was their next study session, and then they wouldn't see each other for another two weeks as Ms. Diggs would have work events that wouldn't spare her the time to drop her daughter off nor pick her up again. She could simply put it off until after the two weeks, but she was never one to procrastinate. If this was going to get done, it would best be done sooner rather than later, for no other reason than to avoid any later complications.

So, it was with a heavy heart, she returned to her home, where she would retrace her steps from a week ago.

It had been a week since the strange girl had dined at the House of Mouse, and no-one honestly expected her to turn up again. Simply the aura she gave off was stiff and uninviting, and when she had dismissed Facilier, she had done so in cold manner that was not expected. If that hadn't been strange enough, when Maleficent and Grimhilde had tried to intimidate her with their own cold nature, they found themselves chatting harmlessly with her. Clearly, they were evenly matched in how they treated other.

The two witches had shared with the girl what their professions were, and she hadn't batted an eyelid. They still didn't know what she did for a living, so there was a high likelihood she too was a witch. It would certainly explain her calm and collected nature, as well as her lack of surprise. Though maybe that wasn't the case. It was well known that they were very famous villains in the outer world, so it was almost certain she had heard of and/or seen them previously. Yet, if that had been the case, why hadn't she been afraid? It all made no sense.

Whatever the case was, she had left quickly and early, just like she had insisted, so no-one expected her to be coming back.

That's why Daisy had been so surprised to see the same girl, wearing the same coat, standing in front of her.

"Table for one please."

Daisy nodded and searched the list for any vacant tables listed. Thursdays were one of their busiest days, though they have a patch on the hell Fridays brought.

"Might I ask a rather odd question?"

Daisy jumped up in surprise at the sudden question. Blinking a few times, she gave her an apprehensive look.

"Su-ure, go ahead."

Ms. Bernnet clear throat and spoke as steadily and confidently as ever. "Would Princess Jasmine be present tonight?"

To say Daisy was shocked would an understatement. Why would this seemingly emotionless stranger be asking for the Arabian princess? Did she have something bad planned for her? She did get a along a little too well with Grimhilde and Maleficent last week…

"Pardon me Mrs, but would you like for to repeat the question?"

Daisy was snapped out her thoughts by the human in front of her. She eyed the woman suspiciously.

"What do you want with Princess Jasmine, huh?"

Ms. Bernnet had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes, but explained herself anyway. "I simply wish for her autograph and picture. It's for my student. Her birthday is nearing."

Not for the first time that night, daisy was shocked. "Your student? You're a teacher?"

Ms. Bernnet gave a stiff nod. "Private tutor, actually. Sarah is my most hardworking student, and as it happens, an admirer of Princess Jasmine."

Daisy nodded her head quickly, understanding. She suddenly grew excited at the idea of helping out someone doing a good deed. "And you say it's her birthday present? Well gosh! That's nice of you! Tell you what, You head on over to table nine - which is near the stage - and I'll get what you need! What did you say her name was again?"

"Sarah Diggs, with two g's"

Daisy nodded once more and motioned for one of the penguin waiters to show her to her seat. Just as Daisy had said, it much nearer to the stage than the last time. What she failed to mention, though, was the increase in curious stares and glances. Luckily though, Ms. Bernnet didn't feel that any of these… more vividly dressed patrons would be approaching her.

Oh, how she was wrong!

As though history was trying to repeating itself, a voice spoke up from behind her.

"Excuse me miss?" the voice had an apprehensive ring to it.

Ms. Bernnet shifted in her chair soo she could view the person speaking. "Yes?"

The girl hurried round the table to face the front of her. She couldn't have been more than twelve years old, and wore what Ms. Bernnet had guessed was an old-fashioned dressing gown with a purple-grey jacket. The strange girl stuck out her hand, and Ms. Bernnet took that as a sign to stand up shake it.

"I'm Jane. Jane Darling"

"Ms. Bernnet."

Jane retracted her hand. For a brief moment, insecurity flashed through her eyes, but it instantly vanished as she straightened her back to regain confidence. Ms. Bernnet quirk an eyebrow upwards in curiosity. The small scene did not go unnoticed by Ms. Bernnet, but she chose not to remark on it. For some reason, she was strongly reminded of Sarah.

"My friends and I just wished to welcome you here and apologize for any unpleasant experiences you may have had last week with the villains," she said. Ms. Bernnet nodded, but then felt rather confused.

"I don't recall seeing you last week. How do you know about the villains?" she asked.

Jane shrugged. "News travels quickly here," she smiled. Ms. Bernnet found the corners of her mouth twitching into a tight smirk.

"So I've gathered. Well never mind my problems Miss. Darling, and it was very nice to meet you. You are a lovely young lady. Now, would it be alright for me to continue with my meal…?"

Jane's eyes widened. "Oh! Oh yes! Sorry if was keeping you!" she apologized, flustered. MS. Bernnet raised a hand to signal it was alright and calm her.

"That is quite fine. Have a good evening Miss. Darling."

Jane gave her a broad grin. "You too Ms. Bernnet, and you call me Jane."

With that, Jane waved good bye and scurried off in the direction she had come. Ms. Bernnet sat back in her seat, shocked to find she was grinning slightly. She shrugged but decided not to fight it.

'Perhaps,' she thought to herself. 'If most people here are more like Jane and Maleficent, then I may just begin to enjoy myself.'

As if on cue, and flying elephant with giant ears raced past her table, followed by a flying carpet and pixie.

'Or maybe not.'