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Chloe thought about that, the advice. "Yeah, alright," she finally said to Emmeline, looking carefully at her professor, who seemed extremely disinterested. She rummaged in her pockets to find an elastic. Smirking at Emmeline, she pulled her hair up in a tight ponytail. "Right, I think I know how to show that ... bitch just who she's messing with," Chloe said, determined.

Emmeline let out the boggart and there she was again, the prissy, bitchy Chloe who wasn't Chloe. Chloe hesitated for a moment, then shook her head, running through her head all of her most recent dares. She smiled, reaching up to pull out her ponytail and scruffing up her hair.

The Boggart!Chloe looked shocked and Chloe laughed. "Riddikulus!" she shouted and the boggart shuddered twice, then disappeared back into the trunk.

"Holy fucking Christ," she muttered, not caring what Swift thought. "I know that's not, like, terrifying, but shite, that's fucking terrifying." Then she laughed. "Thank you. Ah, I feel like I accomplished something. Anyway, have fun with the rest of them. I'll try to be afraid of more terrifying things next time."

With a small wave, she disappeared out the door. She had beat a boggart. A nasty, disgusting, terrifying boggart, but she had beat it. She smiled, off to reward herself with an acid pop. And perhaps write to Clara.