Anna playfull rolled her eyes and then raised an eyebrow at Paris. "What's the matter, Paris? Not good enough yet to beat even those with a head start?" she teased. "I would have thought you to be the one that could. Pity." Anna smiled and then turned in the opposite directions. Things...interesting, unusual, and important things were starting to happen. Anna glanced down at Cela's small mountain of candy, wondering if she should assist Cela in duplicating it to make it worthy of being called 'a treasure.' She figured she better leave the wandwork up to the adults right now, though.

Anna's eyes traveled to the Grey Lady as she began to explain what had happened on that fateful night---the night that had transformed the professors into nothing more than eleven-year-olds. Anna was aware that she was holding her breath as the ghost spoke, but she was too lost in thought to let it out and resume normal breathing right now. So the ghosts...specifically the Grey Lady...had done this? It appeared there was a remedy, though, and that thought alone caused Anna to finally release the breath she'd been holding in. Mysteries, and lots of them, at that, were starting to unfold! Anna turned to the Grey Lady and said, "We suspect the professors might be along soon. As Cela explained, we convinced them that there was a candy treasure here, and that they needed to come quickly if they wanted any of it." Anna glanced down at the small mountain of candy once again. "This is all we've managed to gather, though."