Okay, please don't be too harsh the first part is the script except in fic form, and it's written from memory. This is the scene where Poppy ends up in the bathroom where Freddie's having a bath. HAWT! OOC for Poppy. The song at the bottom is : She came in through the bathroom window by The Beatles.

Poppy landed lightly on the floor. She had ended up in a bathroom. There was a tub in the corner with the curtains drawn. She was about to head out the door when she heard splashing, and a voice, coming from the tub.

"Who's there?"

"Um, Poppy" As an afterthought, thinking it was a teacher she added, "Sir"

"Last name?"

Why did that voice sound familiar? She'd heard it before. "Uh, Moore, Poppy Moore"

"Well, Miss Moore, this is a fire drill."

She gave a nervous laugh. "Yeah, well I'm new here."

"Yes, that's clear. You see, fire tends to be hot, and the point is to avoid it."

Suddenly, she recognized the voice. Freddie Kingsley, the headmistress' son! Oh, he was going to pay for making her think he was a teacher.

"Well, where do I go?" A smile was in her voice now.

"Out the door, turn left, and down the stairs"

"Run towards the bright, flickery thing, right?" She asked sarcastically.

"Oh, and one more thing? Try not to get caught."

My writing :

"Excellent point… Freddie" She said with a smile.

She heard a slight splash from the curtains as though the person in the tub had started, or been surprised at her words. Her smile broadened.

"Oh, and one more thing, Mr. Kingsley? Since you are at an all-girls school, and half the population is out to rape you, you might want to consider moving to a bathroom that does not have a ladder underneath the window. Just a thought."

And, smiling still, she left, singing :

She came in through the bathroom window

Protected by her silver spoon…