Hello Alannah.

She smiled back, nodding, looking at him curiously as to what he was about to ask her. A part of her wanted him to ask her something concrete and inappropriately dangerous about the knowledge that she did possess, for she had been aching to somehow talk to someone about it, in a way that was more open than her conversation with Montague. But she didn't think, somehow, that he possessed her lack of caution, though even so the question came as a bit of a surprise.

I was wondering, considering you are supposedly a very quiet person, how did you manage to talk so much around me, especially after certain revelations?

"Ah," she said, biting her lip and trying to think of an appropriate sort of answer, but she had not been wrong about her water being spiked with something, and the veritaserum began to answer for her before she could so much as attempt to get a word in.

"I suppose it comes from what I thought of you before, back in third year. I've built up an image of you as the sort of person who would ... well, listen to all the extremely strange and incomprehensible things in my head, because at that time I had absolutely no one to talk to. You were my image of the perfect person at the time, which has changed of course, but I was having a good day, that day by the lake, and ... I suppose I was feeling more confident than normal. You make me feel more comfortable in my own skin," she finished, and shut her eyes. "Despite, erm, certain revelations. I suppose you just tend to give off a more mature vibe than most."

This was a good start, really, she frowned and bit her lip. "Erm, a-anyone else?" she asked, trying to be mature and failing for the pink did stain her cheek despite her attempts against it.