Sierra fidgeted in place, tugging anxiously on the hem of her skirt as she heard the bell ring. Shuffling forward to the nurse's door, she knocked again, knowing she was quickly running out of time, but there was no answer. She could faintly hear Madame Wright inside, talking to someone.

She knew she should have gotten here earlier. It had taken her some time, but she'd gotten into a routine here, one that made sure she could slip off to the nurse's office in between certain classes to get her bathroom breaks and stay dry. Of course, she could have asked her professors to help, but even knowing that they probably were aware of her situation, the idea of going to one of them and requesting that they let her out of her diaper, which required them lifting her skirt to touch her infantile undergarment with their wand, was horrifying.

There had been more close calls than she'd like to admit, especially the first few days after lunch, before she figured out how much water she could get away with drinking without spending the last half of her next class squirming in desperation, pouring all her attention into making sure her bladder didn't leak even a little. She wasn't sure she'd even spent so much time worrying about her bladder control when she was originally being potty trained, and doing it now, while she hoped nobody around her realized what was happening, was quite humiliating. Thankfully, it had paid off, and despite a couple close calls, she hadn't set her diaper's alarm off once! At least, not in class.

One of her first days, after that post-lunch class when things had been especially bad, she had been forced to dart out of the room immediately and dash down the hall towards the nurse's office, giving no thought to how much she was likely flashing her diaper to anyone behind her. If she didn't go fast enough, everyone was going to be quite aware of them anyway!

She was almost there when she felt herself start to slow down, her legs moving slower, as if the air around them had suddenly been replaced with molasses. She tried to push herself harder, knowing she didn't have much time, but it only became harder to move, until she stopped completely. Gasping, she reached down to tug at her legs, caught mid-stride, but they still refused to budge.

After a moment, she heard someone walking up beside her and glanced over to see Ms. Taylor, the teacher from the class she'd just fled. Ms. Taylor was one of the youngest teachers at the school, and quite beautiful, but it almost seemed like those things just pushed her to be more strict, as if to prove that, even though she was closer to the students' ages than most of the other staff members, she still deserved to teach here. It was unfortunate that she was in charge of the class where Sierra was usually the most distracted.

"Ms. Nivera," she said coldly, tapping the toe of her high heel as she stared down at the stationary girl in front of her. "Where do you think you're going so fast? You didn't even wait for the homework assignment."

"Y-Yeah, but..." Sierra protested, blushing as she realized that was true. It had been so hard to listen to anything as she fought with her own body to stay dry that it hadn't registered fully with her until now that the teacher was still talking. "The bell went off, so I thought..."

"And running in the halls! You should know better than that, young lady. This is completely unacceptable."

"I-I'm just not feeling well," Sierra said, biting her bottom lip nervously. "I was going to the nurse's office, and..."

"Really, now?" Ms. Taylor raised an eyebrow. "Let's just see about that." She grabbed Sierra's hand roughly, and in an instant, Sierra's feet were free. She stumbled a little, quickly reaching back with her free hand to adjust her skirt as the teacher began pulling her towards the nurse's office.

That was where Sierra wanted to go, of course, but Ms. Taylor was one of the last people she wanted to see her there! "I can go by myself," she whined, trying to pull away from the woman's grip.

"I've seen just how fast you can move," Ms. Taylor said. "I just want to make sure there's a good reason for it."

So Sierra had found herself being shoved into the nurse's office with her teacher coming in right behind her, staring into Madame Wright's eyes and trying to mentally beg her not to talk about the real reason she was here.

"What's all this?" the nurse asked.

"Ms. Nivera here says she was coming here to see you. It seemed quite urgent. I believe she may need a thorough examination." Sierra glanced back at Ms. Taylor nervously, thinking back to the exam she'd been given only a few days before. She didn't want to go through that again, especially with an audience!

Thankfully, Madame Wright replied, "Yes, we have an appointment. It was good of you to make sure she made it here all right, though."

Ms. Taylor didn't seem particularly pleased about that news, pursing her lips for a moment before saying, "Maybe in the future it would be best to tell the students that appointments with you are not excuses for leaving class early, or running in the halls."

"You're absolutely right," Madame Wright agreed. "And Ms. Nivera here should know that. What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?"

Sierra suddenly realized she had both of the women's eyes on her and they expected an answer. She was more concerned with pressing her thighs together, trying to keep her bladder, which now felt like it was about to explode, in check. "W-Well, I... I just..."

Madame Wright shook her head, walking over to the cabinet Sierra knew was full of spanking implements even before the little woman pulled the doors open. "Don't worry, I'll make sure she learns her lesson."

"Very good," Ms. Taylor nodded, giving Sierra a smug look as she finally let go of her hand. She hesitated for a moment, almost as if she wanted to stay and watch, or even perform the spanking herself, but instead she turned around, pulling a roll of parchment from her robe and scrawling down Sierra's homework assignment, shoving it in the girl's hand. "I'll see you tomorrow, Ms. Nivera."

"I-I'm sorry, I really am, just please, let me use the bathroom first!" Sierra babbled as soon as the door was shut behind Ms. Taylor, scurrying up to Madame Wright, practically ready to get down on her knees and beg.

"All right," the nurse agreed easily. "I wouldn't dawdle too much, though. I'd hate for you to be late for your next class because of your spanking."

Sierra gulped and nodded as the nurse lifted her skirt and unlocked her diaper, turning to rush for the door, only to remember why she had a spanking coming. She forced herself to slow down a little, only to freeze completely as she reached for the doorknob and her overworked bladder finally gave in, flooding her diaper all at once. For a split second, she just felt her diaper swelling between her legs, the padding growing warm and squishy, as she wondered if the alarm had been deactivated when Madame Wright had unlocked the diaper. She had just enough time to ponder whether it would be better to go to the bathroom anyway and pretend she hadn't just done what she'd done, and to remind herself that she couldn't try to hide the diaper or it really would start Howling after ten minutes.

Then it started anyway, almost seeming to envelop her in a wall of sound. "Sierra Nivera has wet her diaper!" it blared, making Sierra jump in surprise, then stare down at the floor, cheeks burning, well aware that there was no way Madame Wright didn't know what was happening. She could only hope that Ms. Taylor had gotten far enough down the hall not to hear. "Sierra Nivera has wet her diaper!" it repeated matter-of-factly, before its tone became more teasing, though no less loud. "Sierra Nivera has soaked her diapies! Sierra Nivera has peed her Pampers! Sierra Niver..."

Thankfully, Madame Wright got to her by then, tapping the diaper with her wand again to shut it up. It was only then, when Sierra noticed the woman didn't have to lift her skirt to do that, that she realized her accident had cause the diaper to sag just slightly beneath her skirt, making her glad she hadn't tried to pretend that hadn't happened and wander out into the halls.

"Oh, Ms. Nivera," walking back over to her cabinet and taking out a paddle. "What are we going to do with you?"

Despite the spanking that had made it quite difficult to sit still for the rest of her classes that day, Sierra eventually grew to be glad things had worked out that way, instead of while she was in the hallway, or even worse, class. It had made her even more determined not to have any more accidents, now that she knew what it was like.

Even though it made her feel like a silly little girl, she went to the nurse's office after every class now, whether she really felt like she had to use the bathroom or not. It was better safe than sorry, after all. Once class was over, she spent most of her time in the library, which was fairly close to Madame Wright. A few times, she'd gotten so caught up in her studying that she'd nearly had an accident, but luckily she always managed to catch herself... She'd heard that the librarians were some of the strictest staff members at the school, and she doubted they would be pleased if she set off her diaper in their silent realm.

It was only once the bell that signalled lights out approaching rang that she went to her dorm. Even after spending a couple weeks around them with no real incidents, the Slytherins still scared her. Everything was much stricter here, and, as Samara had informed her on her first day, she had to turn her wand in to the House Prefect, who just happened to be Samara, whenever she was in the dorm. Since she needed the wand to get back into the dorm, she also had to visit the girl's room and ask for it back if she wanted to leave.

Not only was it harder to study for some of her more complicated N.E.W.T.s without her wand, Samara also seemed to find it suspicious why she wanted to leave so often the first couple of days. "You've been out three times since dinner and it's almost light's out," Samara informed her. "What else could you possibly need?" Sierra, of course, couldn't answer, since there was a bathroom in the dorm she could have used if not for her diaper. "Are you spying on us? Is that what this is? I knew you didn't look like you were cut out to be a Slytherin!"

"N-No, I am! I promise!" Sierra said. "I'll be right back!"

"You've had plenty of chances to get whatever you need," Samara shrugged. "For the good of the House, I think I'd better keep you here."

Sierra had nearly burst out into tears. Instead, she fell to her knees, pouting up at the younger girl, feeling irked to know that her fate was in the hands of someone else. A sixth year, at that, not even someone from her own grade! If Samara said no, she could either try to hold it all night, which would be impossible, or hope that somebody let her into the dorm once she made her trip to the nurse's office. If they didn't, and she was caught out in the halls, she had no doubt she would be getting another spanking, if not something worse. "Please! It's just a quick trip! I swear!"

"I don't know," Samara had shrugged. "I have a lot of work to do, and I'd have to look through everyone's wands to find yours, and..."

Samara had always found her wand right away before then, but Sierra didn't care about that. "I'll help!" she offered. "Once I get back, I can help you out!"

"No, now," Samara told her icily. "Finish this Potions essay for me, and I'll think about it." She pushed a half-filled scroll towards Sierra, who began to stand up and head for the girl's desk chair. "What are you doing?" Samara sniffed as Sierra started to sit. "I'm using that for my work. You can sit down there." Samara grabbed Sierra's shoulders, pushing her back down to the floor and handing her a quill. "You'd better get to work."

After sitting there at the girl's feet, desperately trying to finish her homework for her so she could make it to the bathroom and prevent any nighttime accidents, Sierra had decided the easiest way to keep this from happening again was just not to spend as much time in the dorm. And, luckily, it had worked out pretty well. This was it, her final night here. The next day, she'd take her last N.E.W.T. Madame Wright had told her that since she had been behaving relatively well, for the most part, as soon as the grades were turned in the next evening and she passed, she could take a train back to Ilvermorny to prepare for her graduation ceremony the next day.

Unfortunately, her last test was in Ms. Taylor's class, the one she had the most trouble with. She was determined to do her best, however, and studied harder than she ever had before that night in the library. She felt as ready as she could be for the N.E.W.T., yet her studiousness had caused her to be a little late for her last nightly visit with Madame Wright, and somebody else had managed to get to the office before her.

She didn't really need to go that bad at the moment. It had been a while since her last bathroom break, though, and this was going to be her last one of the night, so it was still very important. She knew it had been partially luck, and partially making sure not to drink anything in the evenings, like a little kid, that had kept her from having any accidents overnight so far, but she was so close now! She couldn't let her streak end on her last night!

She knocked on the door again, hissing, "Madame Wright!" through it, wondering if the nurse had just forgotten about her. She knew she was acting a little selfish, and that the woman could be talking to someone who really needed her help, but she was quickly running out of time! There was only one more bell now, and if she was caught out of her dorm after that, she would be in big trouble.

Finally, the door to the nurse's office opened, and Sierra started to push her way inside before realizing that the woman on the other side wasn't Madame Wright after all. No, the woman glaring down at her was Ms. Taylor. "And what do you need, Ms. Nivera?"

Sierra froze, staring up at the woman and blushing, suddenly rendered mute. She had thought the other person in the office was another student, not her meanest teacher! She opened and closed her mouth a couple times, but couldn't make any sounds come out, much less words.

"We were in the middle of a lovely conversation, so if you aren't in need of medical attention, I suggest you get to your dorm," Ms. Taylor said, starting to close the door.

"B-But..." Sierra protested.

"Oh!" she heard Madame Wright's voice, and a moment later the shorter woman popped up behind Ms. Taylor. "Hello, dear! So sorry, I lost track of the time and didn't realize how late it had gotten! I should have expected you. Here you go!"

Sierra's cheeks flushed as Miss Hoppikins was shoved into her arms, wanting nothing more than to pretend that this wasn't another part of her usual end of day tradition. Madame Wright was having none of it. "Go on, give her some snuggles!" she commanded. "I know you won't be able to sleep right if you don't, and we can't have you starting out your last day as a grumpy-pants!"

So Sierra gave her stuffed rabbit a big hug, trying not to listen as the nurse turned to her teacher and gushed, "Isn't it sweet? Every night!"

"Adorable," Ms. Taylor responded dryly.

Sierra let go of Miss Hoppikins as quickly as she could, handing her back over to Madame Wright, who sent the toy back to the top of her cabinet with a flick of her wand. "Don't worry, you'll get her back for good tomorrow!" she smiled at Sierra. "Just as long as you do well on your last little test. Now, is there anything else you need?"

Sierra's eyes flickered back towards Ms. Taylor, wanting nothing more than for the woman to just leave them alone so she could deal with this in peace. The teacher didn't seem like she was going to budge, however, as she watched the scene unfolding before her in bemusement. Sierra's hands inched towards her skirt, but she just couldn't bring herself to lift it and ask for a diaper unlock, not in front of Ms. Taylor, so she just stood there, hoping Madame Wright would send the other woman away, or take Sierra deeper into her office to somewhere private.

Before any of that happened, unfortunately, the final bell rang. "You'd better scurry on to bed," Madame Wright shrugged.

"B-But..." Sierra's eyes widened.

"It's too late now," the nurse told her. "That's what you get for dilly-dallying. Now, I suggest you hurry, or you'll be in even more trouble."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure she gets there safe," Ms. Taylor said, grabbing Sierra's arm and pulling her out of the office and through the halls. For a few minutes, Sierra thought the woman actually wanted to help her, that her presence there was to keep any other teachers who were out and about from catching her and assigning detention.

Then they got to the entrance to Slytherin's dorm. "I'll see you before class to discuss your detention," she said.

"Detention?" Sierra pouted.

"You're old enough to know not to be out past final bell," Ms. Taylor informed her.

Sierra wanted to point out the fact that she was with Ms. Taylor when the bell had sounded, but doubted it would make a difference. "How much before class?" she sighed.

"That's up to you," the woman told her. "The earlier you get there, though, the less chance there'll be of your classmates overhearing."

"This isn't fair!" Sierra pouted, but the only response she got from that was what might have been a brief flash of a smile across the teacher's face, although it might have been her imagination.

"Get some rest, Ms. Nivera," Ms. Taylor ordered, reaching over the girl to tap her wand to unlock the dorm's door. Sierra stepped inside, already nervous for the next day, not to mention the long night ahead of her. Maybe if she went to sleep right away, her bladder wouldn't get too full until she woke up and could run to Madame Wright's office.

"Way to go," Samara, who was waiting just inside the door, said, holding her hand out so Sierra could hand over her wand. "Ms. Taylor isn't going to go easy on you just because it's the last day."

"I know," Sierra sighed miserably, heading for her bedroom, feeling a bit lost. "I was doing so well, too! I just..." She jumped a little as a spark popped out of the doorway to the Common Room, flew around her, tumbling down the hall before exploding into an elaborate firework. "What was that?" she squeaked.

"Oh, they're just excited the year's almost over," Samara shrugged, heading for her own room.

Sierra peeked into the Common Room, but she was already pretty sure she knew what to expect, and sure enough, she saw it. "Hey!" she followed after Samara, brow furrowed. The other girl didn't stop, but Sierra almost thought she heard giggling. "Hold it!" she ordered.

That didn't work, either, but Sierra managed to catch up with Samara right outside her door, grabbing her arm and trying to pull her back around to look at her. "They still have their wands!" she informed the other girl angrily. "Why didn't you make them turn theirs in?"

Samara smirked, staring at Sierra's face for a moment before starting to laugh. "That took you long enough! I didn't think you'd ever notice, as little time as you bother to spend in your own dorm. I guess it's only fitting."

"There never was any rule about that, was there?" Sierra growled.

"Of course not, dummy!" Samara chuckled. "What kind of stupid rule would that be? Nobody would ever get any work done."

"Give it back!" Sierra grabbed for her wand, only for the taller girl to hold it up above her head tauntingly.

"No, I don't think so. You were too good to spend any time with your House, so I think this is only fitting. You can have it back in the morning... If you ask nicely."

Maybe Sierra was just fed up with this girl, or maybe it was the bad day she'd been having, but she'd had enough. "No!" she declared, stomping her foot. "You give me my wand right now, bitch, or..."

"Or what?" Samara stopped her, stepping in closer to the smaller girl. "What are you going to do, throw a tantrum and wet your diapers at me?" Her grin widened as she saw Sierra's eyes do the same. "That's right, I know all about your little punishment," she said, giving Sierra's bottom a crinkly smack. "Madame Wright told me all about it, so I could help you out if you needed to use the bathroom in the middle of the night."

Sierra's defiance melted away as she suddenly felt about two feet tall. This awful girl had known all along?! Who else had she told? And why hadn't she said anything before? As humiliating as it would have been, it would have been way easier to just be able to use the bathroom in the dorm all this time! She was mad at Samara, but she was also mad at herself for not having thought to ask Madame Wright if something like this could have been the case. Who else had the nurse told? She thought she'd done so good keeping her secret!

Samara definitely knew, though, and there was nothing Sierra could do about it. It was still humiliating, but that knowledge did make it slightly easier to ask, "W-Well, could you let me out of my diaper so I can use the bathroom?" She might as well get something out of this, and if she could possibly prevent a night-time accident, she definitely wanted to.

Samara stared down at her thoughtfully for a moment, tapping a finger on her chin as she pondered before cheerfully declaring, "Nope!"

Sierra hadn't been expecting that. She'd thought that since Madame Wright had told Samara about all this that it was the girl's job to help her out if she asked. But really all it meant was that Samara held Sierra's dignity in her hands, and could do whatever she liked with it. "B-But..." Sierra pouted.

"No, I don't think so," Samara shook her head. "There's nothing more I need from you. I mean, I could make you beg, and that might be funny, but you already look pathetic enough. There's no homework left for you to do for me, and not really anything else you can help me with before you go, so I have no reason to help you. Besides, you called me a naughty name, and I don't want you to think I'm rewarding you for that. The correct term is 'big girl', not 'bitch', but I guess I can't expect a baby like you to understand that. Now, toddle off to bed, and try your best not to pee your Pampers. I don't want to get woken up by your little potty alarm going off."

With a smirk, Samara stepped into her room and shut the door, leaving Sierra standing outside, humiliated and even more anxious than before. She tried knocking on Samara's door, but the girl didn't even bother answering, so she gave up and trudged to her own room. She changed into her pajamas, which as always made her glad that Madame Wright had give her a private room since her diaper bulge was incredibly obvious under them, and flopped onto her bed. She didn't want to think too hard about how Samara had likely known why she needed to leave the dorm to visit Madame Wright so often, or how she hadn't really needed to turn in her wand so she could have done her studying in her own room, or how full her bladder was starting to feel. She just wanted to go to sleep and forget it all. Luckily, after spending so long staring at tiny print in the books at the library, it didn't take long for her to slip off into slumber.

Unfortunately, she woke up well before the sun rose. One look out her window showed how dark it still was, as well as the dead silence all around her, without any hint that any other students were awake. She groaned and squirmed, diaper crinkling between her legs, as she felt her bladder spasm, and she very nearly lost control instantly, at least enough to dribble into her pants, which would have been enough to set off her diaper.

She knew she was lucky, even if she didn't feel that way. Many nights, she'd simply slept through this phase and woken up soaked. And now that she knew Samara could unlock her diaper, there was a chance she could convince the girl to help her out. She'd probably have to get down on her knees and beg, and probably promise to do some mortifying thing, but there was at least a chance.

Or so she thought until she tried to get up. She kicked her legs out, turning to try to sit up, only to feel her feet bump against something. Drowsily, she looked over at the side of her bed, then reached out, stomach churning nervously, hardly able to believe what she saw. There were bars, stretching up far above her head, sprouting out of the sides of her bed, circling all around her, trapping her inside, like a crib.

The silence was broken by what she could have sworn was a giggle, though she was feeling pretty sleepy, so she couldn't be certain she didn't imagine it. She groaned as her bladder begged for relief again, stumbling drowsily to her feet. The bars still ended too far above her head to allow her to get out. She grabbed two of the bars with her hands, shaking them as hard as she could, hoping they would budge, or break, but they did neither.

"Let me out!" she whimpered, hoping that whoever was out there watching and laughing at her had gotten their fill of amusement from her. "This isn't funny! Get me out of this thing!"

The giggling came again, and this time she thought she heard more than one voice.

"Samara, I know you're out there!" Sierra declared, moving to another pair of bars in the hopes that they were looser than the first she'd tried. "Help me! You're in charge, this is your job! You can't..."

She stopped talking as she felt a squirt of pee escape into her diaper, soaking quickly into the padding. It wasn't much, and for a split second, she thought that maybe it wasn't enough to set off the alarm. Then it started, even louder than she remembered, probably because the room was so quiet. "Sierra Nivera has wet her diaper!" it howled, loud enough, and with enough of a pause, that it ensured that she did just was it was tattling on her for even more, that tiny dribble rapidly turning into a steady stream as her diaper loudly proclaimed, "Sierra Nivera has wet her diaper! Sierra Nivera has soaked her diapies! Sierra Nivera has peed her Pampers! Sierra Nivera went pee-pee in her pants! Sierra Nivera has drenched her diaper!"

It was hard to concentrate on anything over that humiliating sound, but she was certain she heard even more laughter now, all around. Then again, it was so loud that she thought there was a chance that the people in the rooms around her could hear, so that didn't necessarily mean they were in the room with her, watching her still slowly filling her diaper with urine.

"Sierra Nivera's diaper is about to leak!" the alarm proclaimed. Sierra wasn't even sure if that was true or not, pressing her thighs together worriedly to find that the padding did feel quite thoroughly wet.

"Samara!" she wailed, feeling like an infant crying for her babysitter. "Let me out of this!"

As if to add insult to injury, the diaper's alarm began to change. "Sierra Nivera clearly needs her diaper! Sierra Nivera belongs in diapie because she has wet herself! Baby Sierra needs a nappy change!" it said, loud enough that she felt like the whole school had to have heard, even if she knew the stone walls around her probably prevented that. "Baby Sierra has pee-peed her Pampers and needs a fresh one! Baby Sierra's Huggies are sopping wet! Baby Sierra's Luvs are practically leaking! Baby Sierra..."

All of the sudden, the laughter she thought she heard came to an abrupt stop as she heard a noise like a large sheet being shook out before someone folded it up, and the room grew even darker. She reached out past the crib bars she couldn't even make out anymore, and sure enough, she felt a heavy fabric there, draped over the top of her crib. She couldn't hear anything from outside of it, and she had a feeling the sound from her diaper couldn't escape, either. It just bounced around in there with her, sounding even louder and more pervasive than before as it continued to blare on about how 'Baby Sierra', which was the only thing it referred to her as now, needed her diapers because of her accident. It was made even worse by the diaper now referring to itself only as baby diaper brands, or other equally infantile things.

She slammed her hands against the crib bars, stomping her feet in frustration. The words were so loud, and so embarrassing, and she couldn't get away from them, not even for a change! She slid her pajama pants down, the fabric gliding easily over the plastic outer layer of her diaper, and grabbed at the tapes. She knew that she couldn't take them off, since that was part of her punishment, but that was the only thing she could think of to make it stop!

As soon as her hand touched the tape, she felt a paddle smack hard, right across her backside. She yelped, her hands jumping to the seat of her diaper as she turned around, realizing only when she saw nothing but more darkness there that she had felt that clearly through her diaper, as if it wasn't there, making her think that had to be another part of her punishment.

"Baby Sierra is not allowed to remove her own diapie, even if it is soaked!" she was reminded loudly. "Baby Sierra needs help changing her Pampers! Baby Sierra is not big enough to put herself into a fresh nappy!"

"Stop it!" she growled, stomping her feet again, only to lost her balance and fall onto her squishy bottom. She slapped her hands against her bed angrily once, then twice, before flopping onto her stomach and devolving into a full blown tantrum, since that was all she could do on her own.

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Eventually, somehow, she managed to fall asleep. As embarrassing as it had been, her tantrum had helped quite a bit, tiring her out enough that she was able to drift off despite the diaper's calls. She had no idea how late it was before that happened, or how many times she woke up. She had a vague memory of her eyes opening on darkness quite a few times through the restless night and her calling uselessly for help, unsure of whether it was morning already or not. For all she knew, it could be the next afternoon, and she could have missed her exam!

When she finally did wake up, however, the blackness around her was quickly remedied by a flail of her arms, sending the blanket that had somehow wound up over her head flying. Even before she saw the wet spot, she heard, "Baby Sierra has wet the bed and made her Luvs all leaky! Someone help her change!", although the words didn't fully sink in until she saw the evidence that they were true on her sheets and the legs of her PJs. "Baby Sierra can't control her pee-pee awake or asleep! Baby Sierra is a big bedwetter who needs a grown-up to get her a fresh diapie!"

"Shut up!" she whined, stumbling blearily to her feet. There was no sign of the bars around her bed at all, or that anyone had been in her room the night before except for her. Had it all been a dream? Using her diaper obviously hadn't been, so she wasn't sure if she wanted the rest to be or not. At least her diaper would have been somewhat muffled if that was all real...

"Baby Sierra made a waterfall in her Pampers and now they're overflowing! Baby Sierra needs a fresh Huggie before she gets a rash from how soaked she is!" the diaper reminded her, as if the wet plop of her PJ pants against the floor wasn't enough.

"Shut up!" she stomped her feet again.

"Fine, I won't help, then," she heard a faint voice, only in hindsight noticing a faint tapping at her door. She knew she should put something else on other than her diaper and PJ top, but she recognized the voice as Samara and didn't want to give the girl an excuse not to return her wand, so she waddled quickly over to her door and threw it open.

Samara's hand instantly flew up to her mouth, at least trying to disguise her giggling, though she did a very poor job of it. "I guess the, uh, news was true," the girl said after a moment, nodding as the diaper launched into another loud, mortifying announcement. "I was going to offer to help, but I don't think I have time to deal with that. Sorry, Baby Sierra."

Samara spun and started strutting down the hallway, instantly giving up on hiding her laughter as soon as her back was turned. "B-But..." Sierra sputtered, standing dumbly in her doorway for a few moments. Her restless sleep with its constant, noisy interruptions made it hard to concentrate, although she finally remembered why she'd been so desperate to stop Samara from leaving. "My wand!"

"Oh, that," Samara smirked, turning back around. "Sorry, but I'm on my way to my final exam, so I don't really have time to get this to you," she shrugged. "I'm sure you understand!"

"No!" Sierra shook her head. "Give it back!"

Samara shrugged. "Come and get it, Baby Sierra." Sierra's eyes darted back towards her closet, where her uniform was waiting, but Samara sighed, "Now! I don't have all day!"

Sierra's cheeks blazed bright red as she looked up and down the hallway, not seeing anyone else there. She still had no clue what time it was, or how many of the other students might already be out eating breakfast, or in class, or doing something. There might not be too many left in the dorm, if she was lucky.

She took a nervous step outside her door, her diaper sounding even louder in the hallway. Samara's smile grew wider as she saw Sierra approaching, letting her make it a step or two before saying, "Crawl." Sierra gave her a wide eyed stare, which only seemed to amuse her more. "If you want your wand, crawl for it," she demanded. "Or else it's coming to class with me, and good luck getting it back before your test."

Sierra wanted to throw another tantrum, and she felt just about as helpless as she had the night before again, if that had even happened. She crossed her arms and glared at Samara for a few seconds, but when the girl started to head down the hall again, she dropped to her hands and knees, crawling the rest of the way to her as her diaper loudly reminded her of what she'd done in it, how she was a baby, and that she couldn't change herself.

"Good girl," Samara patted her on the head. "It's too bad you spent so much time out of the dorm, and too bad you're graduating this year. I think we could have had a lot of fun together." She grinned, tapping Sierra's drooping diaper with the toe of her shoe. "I hope you find a grown-up to help you with that so you can get back here and clean up your mess," she said. "This hall had better be spotless when I get back, or I'll be very upset with you, Baby Sierra." Finally, she dropped Sierra's wand onto the floor in front of her and flounced off, laughing to herself the whole way.

Sierra scrambled back to her room, slamming the door behind her angrily. The only thing that made her feel a little better was knowing that brat had another year of school to go. Sierra had no doubt she'd be stuck here for that year, too! There was no way Ilvermorny would let someone like her back in!

Sierra pulled on her uniform from the day before, deciding there was no point in putting on a clean one when her diaper was dripping wet underneath it, and hurried out of the dorm and into the main hall of the school, keeping her head down and trying to pretend she didn't see anyone else around her, even though her diaper's alarm made sure to draw as much attention to her as possible. Once she was out of her room again, there was no going back, she decided. She would only march on until she got to Madame Wright. Hesitating or turning back would only make things worse, and she needed to get out of this diaper before she got a rash.

Thankfully, there was nobody else in the nurse's office that day, and when Sierra pounded on the door the little lady inside answered almost immediately. She could tell right away what was wrong, and how upset Sierra was, so she didn't ask any questions, just pulled the girl further into her office and set about changing her with just a head shake and a disappointed, "Oh, Ms. Nivera."

The dry diaper felt wonderful after so long wet, but the biggest relief was the end of the diaper's howling. She felt like she could still hear it in her mind, but at least it wasn't audible to everyone else in the vicinity. Her head was still reeling a bit from it as Madame Wright helped her to her feet, smoothing out Sierra's skirt over her diaper while crinkling her nose slightly.

"I really ought to punish you for not wearing a clean uniform today," Madame Wright informed her, "and for having such a big accident in those diapers you don't need, but you're already going to have a tough time making it to your detention on time."

Sierra's stomach sank, although she supposed she should be glad to have some idea of what time it was, even if it meant confirmation that there was no time to go back and clean up the dorm's hallway. Instead, she hurried out of the office and into the hall as fast as she could go in her thick diapers, dashing her way to Ms. Taylor's classroom. It had been a long road getting there, and she wasn't anxious to see what the woman had in mind for her, but at least this whole ordeal, and her time at school, was almost over!