Saturday. September 21, 1995.

It had been nearly ten days, and Dolores still wouldn't so much as look at her. Jenna's stomach was in knots. She could barely force herself to eat or sleep. She spent every spare moment she had wracking her brain, trying to think of what she possibly could have done to anger her.

She had gone to Dolores' office every night hoping to speak to her, but she hadn't once answered the door. She sent letters to her every morning from the owlery.

Well… notes, really. Only a couple of lines long.

Dolly, I don't know what I did to upset you, but if you'll tell me, then I'll never do it again. I miss you so much, and I can't stand the thought of you hating me. Love, your Kitten

Dolly, Will you please talk to me? I miss you terribly. I'm sorry for whatever I've done. Love, your Kitten

Dolly, I can't eat. I can't sleep. Would you at least look at me?Love, your Kitten

And so on.

Wyatt and Davies were both worried about her, but she just… couldn't pretend to be alright. What had she done?

Had it been because she didn't say goodbye?

Had Dolores heard Jenna ask Davies to distract her?

Had something else happened without her knowledge?

..

Wyatt watched his sister from the corner of his eye. They were in the library, their Transfiguration books open in front of them. However, Jenna had been staring at the same page for twenty minutes, her eyes unfocused. He knew where her mind was, what was at the forefront of her concern.

Umbridge.

Jenna hadn't heard from her in days, and it seemed like the woman was purposely ignoring her. Jenna could barely focus on her studies; the same dazed, distant expression graced her face no matter what class they were in. The notes she took, if any at all, were sparse and incredibly vague, whereas before she'd often used up at least half of an inkwell for each class. She barely responded if asked a question by a professor, saying only enough to get them to move on.

Wyatt knew that the other professors had noticed. Flitwick had begun purposely stopping by the library when they were there, under the pretense of checking how their preparation for N.E.W.T.s was going. McGonagall had had Wyatt stay after class and had asked him, blatantly, what was going on. (To which he'd responded, of course, that he had no idea.) Even Snape seemed to be somewhat concerned, if the slight frown that creased his forehead when he looked at her in class was anything to go by.

The only professor who didn't seem to care at all was Umbridge. Her eyes were almost cold when she looked at Jenna in class, if she looked at her at all. Although they still sat in the front, the professor seemed to address everyone but her when she spoke. Wyatt had seen Jenna trying to make eye contact with her countless times, but it seldom worked out, and even then Umbridge's gaze was blank.

Wyatt glanced at his watch. It was almost time for dinner. He knew Umbridge would be in her office right now. She had to be.

He looked at Jenna, who had finally turned to the next page in her textbook. He had to fix this. He had to get Umbridge to talk to her again. Even if he didn't like the woman very much, his sister seemed to genuinely love her.

He had to fix them.

"Jenna, I'm going to pop out for a bit." He said softly. "You going to dinner?" Vaguely, Jenna shook her head. "Okay. Well… I'll see you either here or in the common room, alright?" Jenna nodded.

"Kay."

Wyatt squeezed her shoulder as he packed up his things. He rose and, after planting a kiss on the top of her head, he marched off, determined.

..

"Mr. Harper! What a surprise!"

He'd learned his lesson the first time he'd had tea with her. He accepted gladly, but didn't "drink up" as she asked. He sat stiffly in the same quilted pink armchair as before, his throat dry.

He spent ten minutes explaining how upset Jenna was, how she was growing weaker by the day. Umbridge had listened impassively, her pale eyes fixed on his. He begged her to tell him what Jenna had done, or to at least tell Jenna.

She regarded him for a moment before sighing.

"It's no secret, I'm sure, that I'm…new to this whole thing." She said softly. "I'm sure Jenna told you."

"She… mentioned that you didn't have much experience…"

"Not… not just physically, Wyatt. I… I haven't… felt this way about someone before." Umbridge lowered her eyes. "Jenna is… Jenna is a fantastic young woman, Wyatt, and I feel that, perhaps, she could be the one I'm meant to be with."

Wyatt shifted awkwardly, suddenly extremely aware that he was talking to his sister's lover.

"Then… why are you pulling away from her like this?" he asked slowly. "She's going crazy, Professor. How could you not have noticed…"

"I did notice, Wyatt. I did. And it's been killing me. I suppose I… I was a bit offended. The morning that she and I had gone down to breakfast together, when she saw Mr. Davies waiting for her outside of the Great Hall, she ran to him without even a glance back at me. Like I was nothing. And then, when she finally did look at me, she said something to Mr. Davies before running off again to find you, and then he came over to me… I just knew she'd told him to distract me. She didn't… trust me enough to let me help her with… whatever was going on."

"It… it was my fault. I was having a bit of an issue, and Davies was fetching her for me..." Wyatt felt a bubble of guilt in his stomach. "I was having a bit of a panic attack, and she's typically the only one who can calm me down."

"But why not tell me that? Why did she just run off?" Umbridge's lower lip trembled.

"It's… it's all very complicated, Professor. It's not something that we can just… tell everyone."

"But why not?"

Wyatt sighed.

"It's… entirely illegal, Professor. And… you're a Ministry worker. You couldn't possibly…"

"I wouldn't tell a soul, Wyatt! Not if it allowed me to help Jenna somehow."

Wyatt swallowed nervously. He didn't trust her. Not one bit. But Jenna loved her.

"It's about our father…"