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It had been almost a week following Maleficent's visit and having her apartment being broken into. If Ms. Bernnet was being honest, she would admit that the sudden quiet was a bit unsettling – like the calm before the storm.

She repeatedly told herself this was because her brother still had yet to arrive for his 'surprise' visit, something for which she was extremely grateful. Because of those villains having kept her up that horrid Friday night, she had slept half the following Saturday away. By the time Sunday night had rolled around, she had only just finished cleaning up the mess Michel had caused, removed the lingering smell of smoke Cruella and few other villains had left behind, and completed only half of her week's work. Sure, she got it done in record time the next day, but the precious routine she had set in place had been broken! She despised it whenever something disrupted her weekly flow.

She had thrown away Mickey's number almost immediately after he left, and the one she had gotten from Daisy that she had used to order the take-out. Ms. Bernnet had firmly decided to take Maleficent's advice and cut all ties with the world of Disney. There had been no should-be-fictional characters turning up at her door at all hours of the morning, so she assumed she was in the clear.

'From now on, the only cartoons I want to see are two-dimensional drawings on stationary sets,' she told herself.

Of course, she should have known things wouldn't have been so easy.

It was a Friday night at the House of Mouse, the most popular night of week for the club. Heroes, villains, and sidekicks alike were cramped into club, much to the distress of the staff. It wasn't as though they disliked the business or their popularity – if anything, each and every worker there regarded it as a smack in the face towards Pete, who still would look for reasons to shut them down.

No, what they found distressing was not time management, nor was it providing entertainment to stratify the large, extremely diverse audience. The true cause of their concern lay with the seating arrangements. As so many more people came on Fridays, combined with the fact they only had so many table – lead to having to combine parties that came by. Often, it was easy enough for Daisy – heroes sat with heroes and villains sat with villains. The only real problem was remembering who got along with who, and who sat with who when it came to being served. It was more than just running a restaurant; it often meant keeping track of the patron's personal lives.

As it was, this Friday night was not too different than any other Friday night at the House of Mouse. Ms. Bernnet had not turned up the night before, which lead Maleficent to conclude she had taken her advice, and Mickey to worry if the villains really had scared her away, and that she had simply calmed down before he had reached her apartment the previous Sunday.

Naturally, Mickey being Mickey, he wouldn't rest until the matter was resolved - in his mind at least.

'Maybe if I talk to her, she won't be so scared?' he reasoned. But then he shook his head as he dismissed the thought. 'Naw, she'll just say the same thing she said before. I gotta get someone nice, someone who she wouldn't feel intimidated by and can open up to.' The first three names to come to his mind were Cinderella, Aurora, and Snow White. However he knew that if Ms. Bernnet got along so well with the like of Maleficent, Aurora probably wouldn't be the best choice. Nor would Cinderella or Snow White, as they were a bit too ….little-girlish compared to the tutor. Then it struck him. Honestly! How could he not of thought of her first?

Fairly confident he was asking the right person, he went to go find her. He just hoped she wouldn't mind leaving her dinner behind.

The book Ms. Bernnet was reading had lost her interest long ago. The only reason she continued to read was because she knew if she put it down, she would not be picking it back up any time soon, and she was never one to leave something half unfinished. It was unladylike.

Thankfully, she found an excuse to put it away by when she heard the familiar knocking on her door.

'How lie Chris to pick so late to drop by. I can't even bring myself to be surprise anymore,' she mentally sighed. However – once again – the person on the other side of the door was not her brother. Instead, it was an Arabian-looking girl with huge eyes, ludicrously long hair, and dressed in an all blue, somewhat inappropriate outfit.

She hadn't a clue who the damn girl was.

"May I help you?" she asked curtly. If the girl was some kind of teenage prankster, she just wanted to get the encounter over and done with. She had no time with other's tomfoolery.

The strange girl's smile wavered at the cold tone in Ms. Bernnet's voice.

"I'm sorry for dropping by so late, but are you Ms. Bernnet?"

Ms. Bernnet resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow. She was both interested and worried how this stranger had gotten a hold of her name and address. She knew better than to admit to anything without knowing the girl's identity and purpose for being there.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

The younger female frowned a little. Had she gotten the wrong address, or was this woman just being stubborn? When Mickey had asked to talked to some girl the villains had scared, he didn't mention what she would look like. The more she thought about it, the more she kicked herself for not asking.

"Uh… my name is Princess Jasmine. I gave you my autograph for your student a while ago?"

Ms. Bernnet wanted to hit something. Having random cartoon characters drop by out of the blue should not be something a twenty-three year-old has to concern herself about. At the same time though, she knew resistance was futile.

Nodding her head, she moved to make room for Jasmine to step into the small apartment.

"Yes, that would be me. My apologies for not having thanked you for the gesture before now, I've been quite busy." She told the princess. 'Making sure cartoon villains don't break into my apartment!' she mentally added as an angry afterthought.

Jasmine's smile returned full forced as she stepped past her.

"Oh don't mention it! Did she like it?"

"Oh yes, very."

Jasmine's smile faltered as she took in Ms. Bernnet's living area. Even more so when she noticed she had left the front door unlocked.

"Um, shouldn't you…..?" she gestured to the door with her hand, not entirely sure what to make of the situation.

Ms. Bernnet heaved a weary sigh.

"No, if anyone wants to come in, they will." It was starting to become sad, sad fact of her life. Oh, if her mother could see her now….

Jasmine gave Ms. Bernnet a sympathetic look, as if simply saying such a thing was something to be truly upset over.

"It's okay if they frightened you. They're very scary when they want to be."

Ms. Bernnet raised her eyebrows.

"I am afraid I have to disagree. I failed to find what made them so ….ah, frightening as you say."

Jasmine went to put what was meant as a reassuring hand on Ms. Bernnet's shoulder.

"It's okay, you can say you were scared. Mickey told me all about how Maleficent was with you when you said that, but she's not here to make you say anything now. It's just you and me."

As if on cue, Jasmine was enveloped by two massive male arms.

"SISTER BEAR!"

"EEEEK!"

"Oh shit! You're not my sister!"

Ms. Bernnet sighed heavily, before straightening her back and glaring at the intruding third party with a near-murderous glare.

"Christopher…. ideal timing as always. I assume knocking has gone out of fashion, has it?"

The younger Bernnet had sprung away from Jasmine, eyes wide and arms stuck firmly to his side. His mouth opened and closed, making him somewhat resemble a floundering fish.

"I – you – what – SINCE WHEN DID YOU HAVE FRIENDS?"

Ms. Bernnet gave her brother a look that clearly displayed her disapproval for his raised voice.

"I. Don't."

Jasmine, having recovered from the shock of having a complete stranger squeeze her from behind, chose to speak up.

"That's terrible! If you want, you can count me as a friend!"

Both siblings raised their eyebrows at her. Chris somehow, managed not to look as condescending as his older sister.

"Well isn't that nice! And can I get a name to go with the face?" he grinned at the princess.

"Princess Jasmine of Agrabah."

Chris threw back his head and laughed loudly.

"OH! Ahaha! Oh that's funny! You sure know how to pick your friends sis! Not that you ever had any!" he grinned at Ms. Bernnet before turning back to a (once again) shocked Jasmine. "Haha! I can see where you're coming from with that! Very convincing costume by the way! Nicely done!"

Jasmine hesitated. "I…ah…."I'm really….um…."

"Your highness."

Both heads snapped round to look at the older woman. She had been silant throughout Chris's and Jasmine's awkward meeting.

Ms. Bernnet looked both individuals in the face before continuing. She wanted to make sure she had their undivided attention. Satisfied, she turned back to the confused princess to continue.

"You most excuse my brother's idiocy. It is beyond his control."

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" he huffed. Ms. Bernnet resisted raising an eyebrow once again.

"Oh? Then please, point out the ways in which I resemble Princess Jasmine, in any way shape or form. I'm quite curious."

This time, it was Chris who hesitated.

"Well – uh – maybe… you changed your hairstyle?"

Ms. Bernent simply stared at him incredulously. For a few, long seconds, no-one dared to said anything.

"Twenty-two years," Ms. Bernnet drawled, breaking the fragile silence. "Twenty-two years you have been my brother, yet the sheer extend of your stupidity continues to astound me. It is both frightening and fascinating."

Chris couldn't say anything to that. So instead, he simply puffed out his cheeks and blew a raspberry at her.

"Charming," she quipped. Turning back to Jasmine, her mask of indifference was once more firmly set in place.

"My apologies for the interruption during our conversation. However, continuing on from the topic which we left off, I must tell you that you have been misinformed. I do not fear the 'villains' as you so fondly call them, nor did I ever. As you can see, there are currently none present, so I am being forced to say anything against my will as you originally, though I highly doubt I shall soon be returning to the House of Mouse. You are free to leave if you so wish."

Jasmine gulped, not quite sure what to do. Would Mickey be upset with her if she told him that this cold, somewhat scary woman wouldn't come back? Could she really have not been intimidated by a room full of villains? Jasmine just couldn't see how it was possible. Still, she had tried.

Stepping away from Ms. Bernnet, Jasmine muttered a quick good-bye and made to leave – only to be stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

"Hold on there sec – what villains? Sis? What's going on?"

Ms. Bernnet fought the urge to face palm. How could she have been so dumb as to say all that in front of her brother? She knew how he liked to meddle!

As she looked over to the confused Arabian princess, she felt the smallest pang of sympathy towards the girl. Now that her brother was involved, there was no way he would leave either of them alone. Not for a while at least.

BANANA MONCKEYS!

(Hopefully that got your attention)

Poor Jasmine doesn't know what to make of the situation! Anyway, the next chapter should be up soon. If it's not, you have my permission to hunt me down and beat me fried chicken. XD

The next chapter will be much better. I promise! And leave a review please; it helps to hear constructive criticism!