Bianca stood trying to calm her nerves about the Annabelle situation, but it was kind of hard when she was watching Rosë pace back and forth. She had her knuckle in between her teeth as she mumbled shrilly to herself.

"Right," Bianca said, only barely gaining the Posh Totty's attention. "Take yaw finga outta yaw mouf, and take a deep breaf." Bianca was hoping her words would soothe herself somehow, but it didn't work. The posh girl took her knuckle out of her mouth revealing the bloody bite marks that she had left. Bianca grimaced.

"Oh my god," she whined, "Oh my god, ohmy god, ohmygod," the light brunette girl continued to pace, now flinging her hands.

"'ey, cahlm down." She told the girl.

"Calm down?" Rosë squeaked, "Calm down?" the girl took a deep breath, "Bianca, we got the headmistress' niece possessed. How am I supposed to calm down?" the girl was practically hyperventilating now.

"Ohkay," Bianca gripped the posh girl's shoulders tightly in her hands, "Iht's gonna be a'ight, Ms. Frit'on 'll know wha' tado." Bianca then noticed how dilated Rosë pupils were. The Rude Girl sighed heavily, brought her hand back, and brought it back making harsh contact with the Posh Totty's cheek. The resounding smack caused most girls to turn and look at them.

"Wha'?" Bianca snapped at them with a glare. She turned back to Rosë who she saw was taking a large breath, and slowly letting it out.

"Sorry," she muttered softly before putting her other knuckle (the one that wasn't bloody) into her mouth as the headmistress walked up.

X

"What on Earth's the matter with Annabelle?" Miss Fritton asked Zoë and Chelsea after she came down stairs from dealing with the former Minister of Education. Rosë made a note to herself to ask about his significance later.

"It's hard to say miss," Zoë began, "She's not 'erself."

"Yeah, I must say, she's been taking this Head Girl thing a bit too seriously." Miss Fritton scoffed.

"Nah." Bianca chimed in, walking over to the group that was talking to the headmistress, leaving Rosë to stand by herself over by the stair rail. "Nah, nah, nah, iht's nawt dat. Belieeve, she ihs weally nawt 'erself." There was a pregnant pause, and then growling.

"What on earth?" Miss Fritton asked walking towards the Hospital Wing like she was marching to battle. Before following the rest though, Bianca grabbed Rosë by the sleeve and dragged her along into the room.

"Where is she?" Miss Fritton demanded when they got in there. Chelsea pointed to Annabelle's floating body.

"Annabelle!" Miss Fritton scolded, "You come down here immediately!"

"I am not Annabelle!" The demonic voice spoke from the Head Girl's body, "I am Fortnum Fritton, scourge of the Bavarian hoof markets, terror of the Western Isles."

"And I am Camilla Fritton, headmistress of St. Trinian's School for Young Ladies! So, pull yourself together!" The odd woman walked closer to the bed as Annabelle's body started to float back towards the bed. "Now, possessing one's own relatives is not the sort of thing we encourage at this school."

Annabelle's possessed body looked over and spit at Miss Fritton. Rosë and the other girls gagged. Miss Fritton pulled out a hand kerchief, "That is neither clever nor funny," She muttered as she wiped the saliva form her face and Annabelle's body laughed. "Now tell me, where is the treasure?"

Fortnum's ghost made Annabelle cackle, "My treasure, my beautiful treasure! I'm rich!" More cackling.

"She's gone absolutely bananas." Chelsea commented in shock. Rosë nodded silently in agreement.

"I think we need to exorcise her." Zoë spoke.

"She could definitely use a toning up." Chelsea added.

"Not exercise, genius, ex-or-cise!" Zoë finished with a hiss.

"Yes," Rosë agreed.

"I heard that," Fortnum sneered, looking over at them.

Seconds later, Zoë had a wooden cross held out in her hands, "I CAST YOU OUT UNCLEAN SPIRT!" The emo yelled, and then began reciting Latin under her breath. It worked, because Annabelle's body began to writhe as if in pain. "GET THEE BEHIND ME SATIN!"

"Yes, get- get behind her!" Chelsea chorused.

"Yeah," Bianca muttered, "Wha' she saaid."

After a moment Rosë, who everyone had been worrying was going catatonic from anxiety, began to recite, "This ring will fit no finger," she made a gesture for everyone to do it with her,

"But works upon the ear," the group said with her.

"Awash with hopes, I learned the ropes. You'll find my mast is here." Annabelle's body spoke with a mixture of her voice hoarse and the voice of Fortnum's spirit's as it floated back down to the cot.

"My mast is here," Miss Fritton muttered to herself.

"So, you a'ight, then?" Bianca nudged her gently.

Rosë heaved a sigh, "I think so." She then stood and Chelsea pulled her out of the room before Bianca could say anything else.