That was a new twist! Nice job Ava. Olly grinned at her for a second before managing to regain his very serious Bertie Bott face. He turned to the older girl. "Who are you supposed to marry, your highness?" Was it one of the other partygoers? Rooney, perhaps? Because no one would want to have to marry him. Or maybe it was someone not at the party, from whom she was hiding. That would make sense too.

You know who was not talking? Charlotte Kettleburn. And you know who usually talked the most? Charlotte Kettleburn. Olly glanced at her but didn't really know what to say. Was she okay? He could have asked but what if she was fine? And just quiet? That was the less likely option but still. Was he supposed to say something?

Instead, he poked her arm gently and grinned. "Who are you going to be, Charlotte?" Olly thought for a moment about some good options for her. "A secret spy? A pop star? Queen?"

Were those snails?