Genevieve was almost doubled over in laughter; she found Russo's imitation that hysterical. She straightened up, gathering her composure before realising something that made her heart skip a beat: he had called her his girlfriend. She knew it was a joke, but it still made her stomach flutter. She really, really liked him. They were getting along great, but she had only known him a few days. As fast as she could be with charms, she definately did not want to rush into this. And it's not like they had even been on a date, anyway.

Her feelings conflicting, Genevieve wasn't sure what to follow: her head or her heart. "Thanks," Genevieve said finally, with a joking curtsey, starting to feel like herself again. She decided to just push what just happened out of her head for a moment and think about it later.

"So, what's next?" Genevieve asked, waltzing over to Russo and linking her arm through his, only too aware of how much work they still had to accomplish.