Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis.

Warning: Use of the word 'bloody' as British slang. (That's okay for a story rated K+, right?)

A/N: In this chapter, it's Monday, but they get the day off because of a teacher workday.

*Nina's POV*

"Aaiieek!" Amber screamed again. That girl has quite a set of lungs-lungs that woke me up from a dream I wish will come true, but not for awhile. The beautiful music receded as I threw off my covers and slipped on my robe. Today was a teacher workday so I could be as lazy as I wanted which sadly was not to be.

Rubbing my eyes, I groggily asked, "What's wrong, Amber?"

She whirled around to face me, her pink robe flying. "You. You can't lie. Tell me I'm dreaming. Please tell me I'm dreaming. This is not real. This is not happening. La la la." She closed her eyes then opened them, but she was still freaking out.

"What in the name of Victor's bloody pin is going on? ! ?" Patricia burst through our door, Mara on her tail.

"Ask Amber- I have no idea whatsoever." She glared at Amber, an expectant look on her face. Amber motioned for us to look inside her wardrobe. We went over there. Patricia opened and closed her mouth in shock; Mara rubbed her eyes then rubbed them again to make sure she wasn't seeing things. I was flabbergasted. Amber's school uniforms were all in the wash, so I didn't expect them to be there, and they weren't. She had all her designer clothes... IN DOLL SIZE! The only Amber-sized outfits were two suits: one a clown, the other a bunny. I was pretty sure I knew who did it.

Just then I heard feet pounding up the stairs, and in came Fabian, Mick, and Alfie. Yup, I had a felling he had checked Amber off his list.

"What's... up?" Fabian panted.

"Yeah," chimed Mick.

In reply, Amber threw her arm wide, gesturing for them to take a look inside her closet.

"Jerome?" Fabian whispered to me. I nodded.

"Wow. Who know Jerome had an inner Broadway costume designer? He works fast... too fast. Wonder how he pulled off this one."

"Probably the lower years," Alfie suggested. "Jerome and I have used them before. They have really low rates."

"Um... hello, people! Where are my clothes?" The room went quiet. We all had no idea.

I saw Fabian turn to Patricia. "GCBC?"

"Sounds like a plan, but if it doesn't work I say we play tetherball," Patricia replied.

Fabian nodded. "Okay, everyone, let's go corner Jerome after breakfast." All of us agreed. Mick, Alfie, Fabian, Patricia, and Mara left our room.

"Amber, don't worry- we'll get you designer clothes back. For now, you can borrow some of my clothes." I gestured to my closet. "Take your pick." She burst in to tears, but shook her head 'yes.' (A/N: Interpret that as you will) Half-an-hour later we were changed and headed downstairs. On the way I asked Amber what 'GCBC' meant and why Fabian and Patricia were talking about playing tetherball. For some reason that topic seemed to cheer her up considerably.

"You'll see." She smiled mysteriously. "I'll just say I'd hate to be Jerome after we eat- well, more than I'd usually hate to be him anyway."

Hmm. This was starting to sound much more fun. I smiled to myself.

My mood instantly changed when I noticed how everyone was seated at the table. Mick was seated at the far end. At his left was Mara; at her left was Jerome, and at his left was Alfie. Seated at Mick's right was Fabian; at Fabian's right was Patricia. There was no where for me to sit by Fabian. I wouldn't have minded sitting across from him. I tried to shake off my negative feelings and sat down next to Alfie; Amber sat next to Patricia. She gave me a meaningful glance and, before I could stop her, went over to Fabian and angrily whispered in his ear. Oh, Amber, please don't have ruined things between me and Fabian already. I couldn't read his expression. Grabbing some fruit, I snuck out of the dining room and went back up to my room where the only trouble was Amber's missing outfits.