As Billy rambled on, asked unnecessary questions and generally enjoyed hearing the sound of his own voice, he was sweetly unaware of the thoughts being generated by the girl. He was admittedly a little selfish sometimes, prone to over talking others and stomping over somebody elses opinion. It wasnt something he intended to, but as the middle child he had to make himself vocal for fear of losing attention. The oldest and the youngest child would be able to generate interest, whatever they did... but being stuck in the middle, he found it quite exasperating sometimes. Luckily, at Hogwarts he wasnt exposed to that... and whether people appreciated it or not, he was always going to be heard.

"I only have one poodle skirt, and this isn't it,"

Billys mouth twisted as if he wanted to laugh, but thought better of it. He hadnt a clue why he found it so amusing that the girl loved the fashions of the 50s. To an outsider, the girl looked so much tidier than the 70s stuff he wore. Not the shirts with the viciously long collars, or the pleated flares... but faded t-shirts, ripped artfully and awful tight pants. So why would he tease the girl when he was in a much better position to be mocked? There didnt seem to be a better answer than just because.

Oh, what a shame. he said, casting his eyes to the fire. Really, it is. he assured her, wondering if she was in another one of her dream states again. It was always somewhat interesting to talk to her, she never seemed quite there or focussed. As if each thing she said was just a side comment that didnt seem to matter. He on the otherhand, said almost everything that was on his mind. Billy couldnt keep things to himself, no matter how much he tried.

"I know you think I'm one hell of a crazy cat for wearing what I wear,"

Yes, of course! But its rather interesting though... it isnt bland. he replied, screwing his face up at the word bland. - and it certainly gives you character. You might be overlooked if you werent so crazy. Billy nodded, not exactly thinking that calling her crazy was offensive. To him, it wouldnt be offensive if someone shouted that to him from the rooftops. No-one wants to be overlooked, do they? he questioned, giving her a small nod. He shuffled on the edge of her seat, if he wasnt careful, he wouldve ended up sitting on the poor girl.

She loves her daddy! Billy returned, looking a little perplexed that the song was still in his head. Argh, Tanya... that song has been chronically playing in my mind like a broken record player, make it stop! he whined, in a way that suggested the Scotsman needed a bit of help.