Parchment in one hand and quill in the other, Anna Greingoth, headed off to find a nice, quiet area of the castle. Did quiet areas of the castle actually even exist, though? Meh, probably not, but Anna was going to find an area that would at least be calm enough for her to sit and compose a letter. Cale had sent her a letter days ago, and due to the unfortunate flooding in the dungeons, she'd been to busy to write him back just yet. Poor Cale. He was probably sitting at home thinking she'd gone off to school and forgotten about him or something silly like that. Not a chance, though. Never ever...

That's when Anna happened to glance up and find herself staring up at the familiar humpbacked witch statue she'd seen on the...where was she? third floor?...third floor for the past six school years. She watched the statue for a few more seconds, before collapsing by its side and getting comfortable on the floor. Ahh, now this was nice and quiet. The perfect place to sit down and tell her sweetheart all about her first few weeks at school.

Dearest Caleb,

...

Jack sighed as he walked down the corridor, still feeling slightly foolish after his visit to Bunbury's office. She had made him feel really horrible about losing his Herbology book, and he was pretty sure his self esteem had taken a fair hit in the process. Booooooooo. He wanted the playful, childish Bunbury from last term back! She would have never been angry at Jack for losing his book.

He spotted someone sitting in front of the Humpbacked Witch statute a few feet ahead, and saw that it was Anna, writing a letter to...someone. Probably Cale. Who else would she be writing too?

"Hi Anna," he said with a smile, wondering for a split second afterwards if she wanted to be bothered with him or not. If she was writing to Cale, then--probably not. She was really touchy about that sort of thing. Just mention ONE thing that reminded her of Cale, and it was like a REFLEX for her to start crying. Jack couldn't handle any more crying.

As Jack spoke, Anna's quill continued to move across the parchment at rapid rates. She was at a really good part in her letter, and she didn't want to lose the train of thought she'd worked so hard to build up to. "...can't wait to come home for Christmas, jump right into your arms, and kiss you over and over again for two straight hours," she read aloud, quill still scratching across the parchment. "You know what I miss the most, Sweetheart? I miss the way your hair feels when I run my hands through it. I miss sharing a loveseat with you in the Common Room, and...

"Oh, hello, Jack," she finally replied, glancing up at him with an innocent smile. She folded the parchment she'd been writing on and put it and the quill on the floor beside her. "How are you? I'm just sitting here...minding my own business...composing a letter to Cale." She said the last line as if it hadn't been crystal clear from the parts she'd just read aloud. Poor Jack. She hoped he didn't get too embarrassed. He didn't exactly seem like the kind of guy experienced in the arts of kissing or having girls run their hands through his hair, though. "Just...you know, catching him up on the flooded dungeons and such."

Jack blinked. Anna hadn't seemed to realize he was there as she read her letter aloud to herself. Well, he had certainly been right about her writing to Cale. Two straight hours? That was ambitious. Jack really wished he had walked into her a few seconds later. This was definitely embarrassing. For some reason, even though he knew that SHE was the one who should be embarrassed right now, he felt really embarrassed and awkward too. As long as she didn't tell Cale he had walked in on her letter writing--Cale was a much more muscular bloke than him, and he was pretty sure he would kill him.

Flooded dungeons? HA. That had definitely NOT been what he had heard a few seconds ago. "Oh, yeah, right--sad about that, isn't it?" he asked. He thought about all the Slytherins he seemed to have met since term started, and how unfortunate it was that they didn't have a place to sleep anymore. Well, they DID, but it wasn't THEIR dorm. He knew that he personally would feel weird if he couldn't sleep in his own bed for Merlin knew how long.

The thoughts about the Slytherins suddenly made him recall his conversation with Reese earlier in the week, and he had the sudden urge to ask Anna about it. That sentence she had uttered to him had been haunting his thoughts constantly since then, and he STILL wasn't sure what to make of it. Maybe Anna would know what to do when he explained it to her?

"I erm...actually, I need your advice on something," he explained, sitting down next to her, taking special care to avoid looking at her letter in the process. He didn't need to read any more than he had already heard.

Anna let out a short, low giggle when she saw Jack blink. Of course her letter had thrown him off a bit. Or...a lot. He was oh-so-innocent, and she knew it. Which was, of course, why she'd decided to read part of her letter aloud. Ohh, it was fun, fun, fun being evil to boys! Jack was especially a fun person to be evil to. He was so clueless in an adorable sort of way. Anna had always this urge to pull him under her wings and make it her goal to help him find his place in this crazy, mized up world. Honestly, though, Anna had to hand it to the kid. He'd actually been doing quite well for himself lately. Yup, Jack Fritzera might be moving on up in the world!

As the silence set in, Anna absentmindedly picked up her quill and doodled a few hearts on her letter to Cale. Jack must be thinking pretty hard on what to say. When he finally started talking, Anna glanced up with a "hmm...?" Oh, he wanted her advice, huh? "My advice? Let's see, Jack... Yes, the Earth is round. No, aliens don't exist. Copernicus is the one who discovered the Sun was the center of the universe, and erm, once every two hundred years Pluto enters the orbit of Neptune," she sprouted out. Bwah haha. Now she was being just plain mean to him.

"I'm only kidding, Jack. What is it you need advice on?" she asked, wondering how someone with interests so opposite her's could benefit from her advice. "Academic assistance? Social help? Oh, I know! You've finally decided to have a loooooove life!" Mwah haha! This was going to be a fun conversation indeed! She'd have to let him know, later on, how she'd only been joking when she'd said all the things that had just left her mouth. After all, she was just doing it in good fun, since Jack's personality just lent itself to the situation.

Jack laughed. She called that advice? Please, she was just stating useless Astronomy facts that he already knew. He blushed when she started to tease him about a love life--maybe asking Anna for her help was the wrong thing to do. Why was she being so silly? Maybe it was because she was writing to Cale, and finally in a good mood. A really weird good mood.

"Erm, well, not exactly. Ok, so, here's what happened--erm, ok, here's the thing...so, uh, we were talking. And when I say we, I mean, me and a girl. No need to identify her or anything, it's not important," he stammered. Good Merlin, he was rubbish at this! "Anyways, so like, in the middle of the conversation, just COMPLETELY out of the blue, she said 'I think it's cute that you like Astronomy so much.' I mean, what is THAT about?" he asked.

"Do you think she meant anything by it? I really hope she didn't, cause if she did, that just leads to all these other problems. Like, does she really LIKE me and am I supposed to like her back? Anna, I don't know what to do, I'm rubbish with girls and just--social situations and general!" he exclaimed. He felt like flailing his hands around a bit, but didn't, cause that would make him look like an over dramatic girl.

Awww, she hadn't meant to make him blush. Then again, this was Jack Fritzera, people. He was the poster kid for odd and easily-embarrassed. Anna just looooved to give advice, though. Especially when it was love life advice! "Alright, Jack-a-roo! Jack-in-a-Box! Jack Sprat! Let's here it! What's ailing ya? How can Doctor Annnnna help you?" she said, with a laugh. Oh, how she loved to embarrass this kid!

"Oh, erm. Wow. Okayyy," she said, sitting up straighter and taking a deep breath. Man, this kid was really excited about his discussion with a girl. Of course it involved Astronomy, too, though. See! She had been on the right track with all the planet talk she gave him earlier. "Okay, first of all, dude, try not to go into cardiac arrest, okaaayyyyy? Your girly girl conversation was perfectly natural, and right now, natural is normal is what you need," she said, nodding as she spoke.

"So, erm, yeah, she probably did meant something about it. I mean, usually when a girl admits you liking something like Astronomy is cute, she totally digs you. That's girl talk for, 'I'm really interested in you'," she said. "You're not rubbish with girls. You just talk to them like you're talking to me now. Although, I'd find something totally different to talk about if I were you..."

Jack looked at Anna in wide eyed horror. Why was she acting so STRANGE? Was she on a sugar high right now? She couldn't possibly be that happy about writing to Cale, could she? Good lord, how did she act when he was actually around? Jack wasn't sure he wanted to see.

She was talking so fast, all of her words were flying around his head like annoying Billywigs. "Did she? Oh NO! Anna, this has never happened to me before! I've never had a GIRL like me!" he exclaimed in fear. This was so horrible! What was he supposed to do NOW?

His eyes widened even more when she said there was such a thing as girl talk. "GIRL TALK? What in the name of Merlin is GIRL TALK?" he asked in horror. "It that like, a type of language or something? Wait--" he sat up straighter and blinked. "Is there a way you can learn this? Or is it preprogrammed in all girls minds?" he asked.

Noticing the way Jack was looking at her, Anna smiled mischievously. She just loved being silly around Jack, since he was usually such a nervous-wrecked, worried young boy. Sure, he'd made a bit of progress since the school year had begun, but he was still fun to watch and interact with. Oh, and of course he was just a little more than freaked out about the possibility of a girl having eyes for him. Anna thought that maybe she'd been a little like that...once, but with her and Cale it'd been more fighting than freaking out. That was what resulted when two, strong-minded people developed a crush on each other, though.

"Jack, Jack, Jack! Do calm down!" she said, scooting over to the boy and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He was going to pass out or something, was he? Anna patted her robe pocket to ensure her wand was indeed there, and we she felt it, she turned back to Jack. "Having a girl like you isn't so bad, you know. It's sort of...you know...what happens when you're a teenager. You're a what? Fourth year? Fifth year? Yes, yes, now is a good time for a looooove life to start blossoming."

Her eyes narrowed and she looked at Jack with a frown. His complete lack of knowledge regarding the female population was starting to lose its 'cuteness factor' a bit. Nevertheless, Anna would patiently attempt to explain. "Trust me, Jack. If you could find a way for the males of our world to understand 'Girl Talk,' then I suggest bottling it up and selling it. You'd make millions!" she exclaimed. "In other words, no, you can't learn girl talk. You just sort of have to start looking for little signs, like the one this girl gave you. So, are you going to tell me who she is?"

Jack took a deep breath and nodded. She was right--if Reese really DID like him, it surely wasn't the end of the world, right? Right. He could learn to deal with this. He nodded. "Yeah, you're right. I just need to....relaxxxxxxx," he said, taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair. He had really been planning on his love life to start you know--after he made it to Mars but hey, who knew when that would be right?

"Darn," he said with a frown, sighing. He had been hoping that was the ticket to understanding Reese. Boooo. "So...do you think I should like--let on that I know she likes me? And what if she doesn't? What if she really just thought it was cute I liked Astronomy...nothing else?" he asked. It was official. Anna was his love guru.

"That'd be right, Jack. Relax. She's a girl, you're a boy...these things happen," she said, with a knowing smile. She could tell this realization had hit the poor boy by surprise. He'd probably come to school this year expecting to be met with the challenges of the next Astronomy or Ancient Runes lesson, not the dilemna of a possible love life. Maybe this girl, whoever she may be, would help Jack socially, too. He had mentioned wanting to get out and meet more people...make new friends. Maybe she'd sort of help him come out of his shell a bit more. "I tell you what. Walk with me back to the Common Room, as it's getting late, and we'll discuss the matter some more. I still want to know who this Mystery Girl is, you know..."

Daniel was walking from the Charms Office towards the stairs when he noticed something near the right foot of the Humbacked Witch Statue. He picked it up and reads it.



Daniel's eyes widened and his mouthed gaped in surprised. He hurried himself and almost ran to go to the nearest Professor.

Evolette was happy, and .........hyper! GASP. It was a rare occasion when she allowed her over the top emotions show, but right now, she really didn't care to hide them.

She'd been sticking to the seventh floor, hoping to catch Willow at some point, exiting the Ravenclaw common room, she wanted to talk to her friend, since she had not so much as seen her since the library thing. But she'd gotten too fidgety to stand around in one place longer than it was required of her. So, she'd started wandering, and then she found herself here.

At the Humpbacked Witch Statue. Giggle.

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Evolette was happy, and .........hyper! GASP. It was a rare occasion when she allowed her over the top emotions show, but right now, she really didn't care to hide them.

She'd been sticking to the seventh floor, hoping to catch Willow at some point, exiting the Ravenclaw common room, she wanted to talk to her friend, since she had not so much as seen her since the library thing. But she'd gotten too fidgety to stand around in one place longer than it was required of her. So, she'd started wandering, and then she found herself here.

At the Humpbacked Witch Statue. Giggle.

Scowl carved on her fine, fair features, Willow wandered down the third floor corridor, as she read the letter from home she'd just received, and thinking that it was just simply impossible for her brother to be any more stupid than he already was.

How the hell had Branimir successfully managed to make his foot disappear?

Most importantly, though, how the hell had she ended up here?

And why, WHY was someone giggling? Giggles were complete unnecessary, yet people -girls, mostly- had the tendency to do the whole giggling business quite a lot. It was annoying, and it grated on her last nerve, which granted, was not a particularly hard to do, but still.

Blinking a couple of times at the letter that she'd already finished reading, the girl, slowly, went from the parchment on her hands, to the source of the giggles.

Evolette. "What is the matter with you?" Giggles, of course, but WHY? There were no males around, so WHY was she giggling? Was she losing her mind?

Willow had always known boys would be the death of the females.

Evolette clapped a hand over her mouth as someone started talking to her. And, for a moment, she thought it was the statue she had been staring at.


.....?

Turning around quickly, she squeaked when she spotted Willow. Her BESTEST FRIEND O: Clapping, Evolette threw her arms around Willow's neck, hugging her tightly. "Ivemissedyouawholelotletsneverfightagain." she said quickly, so eager to get it out that it all came in a jumbled mess.

What was wrong with her?

Giggling. Evolette then realized WHO she was talking to. Willow hated giggling! She was going to diiiiiiiie.

"Oh." she stopped giggling, pressing a hand to her mouth. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's come over me." she tried to keep a straight face, but when that failed, she pressed her hand on her mouth again, shrugging.

Muffled!Giggle.

. . .

!!!!

"Choke.Air.I.Need." Thankfully, Evolette had soon realized her from her murderous hug -See? Hugs were bad for people's health- before breaking into a fit of giggles.

Giggles.

Completely unnecessary, absolutely uncalled for. "Keep on hugging me like that, and I can assure you that there will be more fights to come," Grumbled Willow under her breath, straightening her robes that, thanks to Evolette's ferocious hug, were not full of wrinkles. Lovely.

"Insanity," Answered Willow plainly at the Slytherin girl before her, "That's what taken over you." Truth. Or so she thought, anyway - it was not normal for someone to just giggle and hug people randomly in Willow's opinion. "And you should blame the males for that. They mess with our heads." Willow was completely serious, and she was speaking nothing but the truth!

Evolette pouted.

Was it really too much to ask for a hug from her best friend? Evolette did not understand why Willow loathed hugs so much. Maybe she did not get enough of them as a child. That would definitely explain her hatred towards them. And Evolette had met Willow's family. They weren't exactly the hugging type.

As opposed to her family, which pretty much included Hugo's family. She and Hugo hugged all the time. That is what besties do!

"I don't understand why you must be so sour about hugg- OH! Plymouth Morgan!" Willow had brought up males. Right? Riiight? Yes. Well, maybe the reason she was acting so silly was because of Plymouth.

"I've just been talking to him." she explained, nodding, "And he giggles a LOT, I mean a LOOOT. You would never be able to hold a conversation with him." she added, pointing a finger at her friend. "I suppose his continuous heheing has rubbed off on me."

That was really the only thing she could think of.

The only other time Evolette had ever acted this silly, was when there was a Fwooper involved. And even then, that lead to some kisses. Which reminded her, she needed to write to Nicholai!

!

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Evolette pouted.

Was it really too much to ask for a hug from her best friend? Evolette did not understand why Willow loathed hugs so much. Maybe she did not get enough of them as a child. That would definitely explain her hatred towards them. And Evolette had met Willow's family. They weren't exactly the hugging type.

As opposed to her family, which pretty much included Hugo's family. She and Hugo hugged all the time. That is what besties do!

"I don't understand why you must be so sour about hugg- OH! Plymouth Morgan!" Willow had brought up males. Right? Riiight? Yes. Well, maybe the reason she was acting so silly was because of Plymouth.

"I've just been talking to him." she explained, nodding, "And he giggles a LOT, I mean a LOOOT. You would never be able to hold a conversation with him." she added, pointing a finger at her friend. "I suppose his continuous heheing has rubbed off on me."

That was really the only thing she could think of.

The only other time Evolette had ever acted this silly, was when there was a Fwooper involved. And even then, that lead to some kisses. Which reminded her, she needed to write to Nicholai!

!

That pout would have most likely worked with anyone, but it certainly did not work with her; Willow knew Evolette far too well to be affected by this in any way. So, deliberately, she yawned as her right hand covered to cover her mouth in a lady-like fashion.

Father would be proud. "Because I appreciate having space to breathe, thank you very much," answered Willow, sounding slightly crossed. She should know this. It was not like Willow spend her time hugging people for no appearent reason - the opposite, really, as she avoided human beings for the most part, and what was Evolette rambling about now? Some boy, undoubtedly, the name she uttered told her that much.

Plymouth Morgan.

Huh.

That did not ring any kind of bell.

Well, actually, on second thought, it did.

. . . Where had she listened it before? Hmmm

"Whatever you mean by that?" She raised one of her eyebrows at her, "Who is this Phillip Morgan?" Never mind his name was not Phillip. "And why does he do the 'HEHE' thing so much?" Boys were from another Universe, Willow was certain.

Giggle. Giggle. GIGGLE.

"You just need some hugs from Dominic to warm you up to the idea." Evolette announced, wagging her eyebrows. Ew. Yucky thoughts. "SPEAKING of which, how's old Dom these days? You two engaged yet?" EWWWW. More yucky thoughts.

................"Never mind. I don't think I want to know."

Once their talk was on Plymouth, or Phillip, as Willow called him, Evolette giggled again. "I don't know WHY he does it." she said, "But he does! And it is awfully infectious." And she giggled again.

Noting the letter in Willow's hand, Evolette's blue eyes skimmed the back of it, as if she could actually read it. "How are your brothers, by the way?" she asked, wagging her eyebrows again.

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Giggle. Giggle. GIGGLE.

"You just need some hugs from Dominic to warm you up to the idea." Evolette announced, wagging her eyebrows. Ew. Yucky thoughts. "SPEAKING of which, how's old Dom these days? You two engaged yet?" EWWWW. More yucky thoughts.

................"Never mind. I don't think I want to know."

Once their talk was on Plymouth, or Phillip, as Willow called him, Evolette giggled again. "I don't know WHY he does it." she said, "But he does! And it is awfully infectious." And she giggled again.

Noting the letter in Willow's hand, Evolette's blue eyes skimmed the back of it, as if she could actually read it. "How are your brothers, by the way?" she asked, wagging her eyebrows again.

Blink. Blink. BLINK.

What on earth was wrong with this girl? This uncontrollable giggling was just completely . . . well, Willow could just not find an exact word to describe it, but atrocious certainly came to her mind.

"No, I do not." Even if they came from Dominic, Willow honestly doubted she'd end up liking them. Not too much, at least. Really, what was the point of hugging someone? "He's fine, I suppose. I haven't seen much of him since that day."

And yes, Willow was just going to pretend she'd failed to hear Evolette's question about being engaged. ENGAGED. She was flipping seventeen years old, for crying out loud! Matrimony was the last thing on her mind. Besides, Dominic was not even her boyfriend. They were just . . . friends?

Hmm.

Frowning upon hearing Evolette's words, Willow's lips pursed in one thin line. "Perhaps you should stay away from this Patrick Morgan fellow for a while." Forever, though, sounded like a better plan, for having to deal with a ridiculously giggly Evolette for the rest of her life did not sound particularly pleasant.

"Nikola's gotten sick, apparently, the winter hasn't been too kind to him. Noah is . . . Noah." There was no other way to describe her nine year old brother, "Paul is busy, I expect, and Branimir lost one of his feet, but he's fine, I'm sure." She shrugged her shoulders lightly at her.

Evolette did not buy, for one minute, that Willow would not like Dominic hugs. Or snuggles. Seriously, SOMEWHERE deeeeeeep down inside Willow's heart, HAD to be a normal girl. She just HAD to be. Evolette refused to believe anything different.

But, she dropped the subject of Dominic happily, it was more fun to talk about her brothers. Willow's brothers were yummy. All three of them. And she was sure that Noah would be too. Once he was old enough.

"Nikola is sick? Poor thing." she pouted. Nikola was pretty cute. But he didn't give her enough attention. Not like Branimir did. At the mention of his name, Evolette simply gave another giggle. Branimir was cute. Giggle.

Giggle.

"His name isn't Patrick!" she giggled. Patrick was a silly name. It was fun to say too. Pat-rik. "His name is PLYYYYYMOUUUTH. Plymouth." she nodded, brushing her hair out of her eyes in a most irritated way. Time for a haircut.

"I can't very well stay away from him either." she continued, trying, a little bit. To be serious. "Because he asked me to go on a date with him. And I said yes. Which means we are going on a date. Which means I will see him. Which is why I can't not see him."

...."Understand?" she asked, grinning.

Poor thing? Snooort. "No, not poor. I'm sure it's that blonde girlfriend of his. I'm sure that's why he's sick." Actually, the reason why he was sick was because of his asthma, but that was beside the point - no need to inform Evolette of this. Or . . . maybe there was. That giggle told Willow that much. "Did you he has asthma? And Branimir wet his bed til he was twelve." There. Evolette could drop the giggling and fangirling over her brothers now; surely that would be a turn off? Wait, she'd forgotten Paul. Paul. Was there anything embarrassing to say about Paul? Hmmmm.

. . .

That idiot. He was bloody perfect.

Still thinking about anything that could possibly make Paul less attractive in Evolette's eyes (the fact that he was married and with a child, maybe?) Willow scarcely heard when the Slytherin stated that Patrick was not Patrick Morgan's name. "Who's Plymouth?" Blink, blink, blink. "Ah, never mind." It didn't matter, really, for Plymouth was a boy's name and Willow did not care much for males.

"Let me see if I got it, Evolette Mckenna," Started Willow after the girl's little rant, "You are going on a date with Pierre Morgan? The boy who says 'HEHE' and makes you giggle?" Marvelous.

She was going to be stuck with giggly Evolette until her friend decided that Pedro was no longer fun.

Life was unfair.

GASP!

"Nikola has asthma?" Evolette giggled, crossing her arms around herself so that it looked like she was giving herself a hug. "That is cute!" she squeaked. "It makes me just want to....take care of him." NOD. IF he paid her more attention, which, he did NOT. Pout.

Giggling about the news, Evolette shook her head, "So? Your brothers are hot, Willow. Embrace it. Or, live your whole life fighting it!" She didn't know why she really cared if Willow accepted it or not. It sort of made the whole thing more fun to know that her fangirling over the yummy boys in her family, made her best friend cringe.

She was a Slytherin afterall.

"I am." Evolette nodded, giggling at the names Willow was using. Everything BUT Plymouth. Her BFF was so silly. She almost wanted to pinch her cheek. ALMOST. Evolette did not fancy getting bitten again. NU.

Willow stared at Evolette.

"Since when having a disease is considered cute?" Cute. CUTE. Was it honestly so difficult to use words such as endearing and adorable? Clearly. Not that Nikola was any of those stuff, but still. "He is not cute. Having asthma is not cute. And Branimir and Paul and Noah are not cute, either," she finished, with a tone that clearly indicated this was the end of that discussion.

Or at least she hoped.

Blinking furiously a few times at Evolette's words, the sixth year opened her mouth a couple of times, but quickly closed it; no, it was best not to argue with that, for she was certain Evolette could go on forever. Especially since she was all giggly. But she had to say something about the adjective Evolette had used to describe her siblings. "The word Hot sounds a little . . . disrespectul to me." A little was an understatement. Her nose wrinkled.

Discussing her siblings, though, reminded Willow that Evolette had her handful of siblings, too, and that she'd failed to ask for any of them, which, admittedly was just a tad rude. Hmm. Would Evolette be upset if Willow . . . surely, she would? No one enjoyed to have a friend tell them that their brothers were hot. But then again, this was Evolette. Would she mind? No, that was not the right question - Could she, Willow, pull it off? Maybe. Possibly. Yes, of course she could.

How hard was it to bat your lashes and swoon and look smitten? She could pull it off. So, clasping her hands before her and tilting her head to one side ever so slightly, Willow fluttered her lashes at Evolette, as a coy little smile curled on her lips, "And how are your brothers?" No need to mention them by name - Willow could only remember Preston's, for the other two had mostly kept to themselves.

Either way, that was bound to annoy Evolette, right? RIGHT? Hopefully. Acting this way did not come easily for her, and it was taking Willow a lot of effort to not drop her facade.

"My, my, aren't I lucky?" Murmured Willow sarcastically, mostly to herself before using her normal, prissy and not particularly loud tone of voice "And pray tell, where and when did you meet this Pablo? Accepting to go on dates with complete strangers is heavily dangerous, Evolette Mckenna. You should know this."