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Chloe was never one for hiding from anything; her own worst fear? How bad could it be? She wasn't afraid of very many things at all. So when they had been ushered into the hallway, she had scrambled for first position.

Panic word Hogwarts? She snorted- she wouldn't be needing it.

"Ready," she said to Emmeline, gripping her wand tightly. She nodded to Professor Swift who unleashed the boggart.

She was standing in front of herself, in some disgustingly fancy dress and heaps of make-up, with a coy little smile on her face. The first word that came to mind was ...

"Fuck ..." she hissed, staring at her pretty-self. "Fuck, fuck fuck." This hadn't been what she expected at all. Figured she wasn't scared of like, mummies or something. This? This she wasn't sure how to beat. She could feel her heart racing and she fumbled for "Riddikulus", muttering it weakly. Nothing happened and she could feel her hand shaking, both from the adrenaline and from her own fear. Her self, her boggart, just smiled, waved, blew a kiss at her.

Sick. She was going to throw up from it all. "Emme-" she started, backing up from her boggart as it continued to advance on her; she was shaking madly now and glanced at her friend. "Help?"