She does

"Say that again Miss Newton, the rest of you be silent!" Diana doesn't yell, but her forceful words cut cleanly through the clamor and bustle surrounding you. You've known officers who couldn't command a crowd this efficiently.

"I said that Mr. Hawkfeather came to help, Ms. Naylor." Miss Newton repeats without a moment of hesitation and five or six others leap to your defense as well. "Chanel was freaking out, and he came out of nowhere to help calm her down."

"OK, ok." The Headmistress accepts their united defense. "Everyone back to bed, Chanel and Rose, you two explain what is going on."

Diana guides Miss Newton back through the open door into their room and you follow half carrying Chanel who has collapsed in your arms. Only when she gets close to her bed does she stiffen in your arms.

"No! Take it away - it's not for me!"

"Take away what, Miss Vallon?" Diana asks not unkindly.

"The box with the train and broken bott-" Chanel stops abruptly staring with horror at her empty bed. The covers have been pulled back, but other than a short pink nightgown with delicate lace trim and spaghetti straps the bed is empty. "It was there!" She stammers in obvious surprise. "It was right there! Oh my God tell them, Rose. You saw it!" Rose shrugs her elegant shoulders gracefully, apparently as surprised and confused as everyone else.

"She's been like this since she woke up, Ms. Naylor." You can hear the concern in her words as her gaze flickers from Diana's face to yours and then back again. "She was crying like a baby and talking like this as she was getting dressed. When I tried to talk to her she got more and more upset until she was screaming." Miss Newton sits on her bed shaking her head sadly. "Chanel's like a sister to me, but I've never seen her like this before." Only because you are still holding Chanel do you hear her quiet gasp, before Rose can continue. "That's when the other girls started arriving, and then Mr. Hawkfeather was able to calm Chanel down."

Diana steps to your side taking Chanel's hand in hers and pulling the white-faced student from your embrace and leading her to her bed. The 2nd year student sits meekly by the Headmistress' side staring at Rose with a undecipherable expression.

"Chanel Honey, do you want to talk about this?" Once again you are surprised by how gentle and caring this normally fierce woman can be when one of the Academy's students is distressed.

"No, I'm fine now." Chanel's voice is still a little unsteady, but her words are clear.