Just make sure ya get the wite bed when ya kill 'im.

"Certainly," said Alannah, in a slightly muffled tone. "It would be inconvenient and messy to get the wrong boy, believe me, so I'll make sure."

Why was it, really, that she could not stop talking at this point of time. The Veritaserum seemed to have had an appalling sort of an effect on her, making all those thoughts that would have been best left inside spill out of her mouth. There were invariably a million things racing through her brain at any given moment, though she did not articulate them. This whole process of commenting more than she needed to was therefore extremely distressing. Not to mention mortifying when people like Huw Whycliffe decided to ask categorically odd questions.

Wite, so ya were wif Braeden, and now theres talk of ya and Wolfe, 'owever wot I wanna know is who really catches your eye? Who is the most desirable bloke ya know?


Although, it seemed that if she had thought that had been mortifying, she needed to rethink and revaluate that concept entirely, for Aubrey appeared to be in quite the mood to create more embarrassment yet. It was not a question that hadn't cropped up before in her mind, though she had never quite managed to answer, even for herself. Later she would look back on it and consider her look of extreme horror at this point of time unnecessary, for she had missed the general wording of the question. It wasn't which one of them she found more desirable, but who she found desirable in general.

Not, of course, that it made any great difference; the name that escaped her lips now was just as bad, if not worse.

"Rabastan Lestrange, actually."

Oh ... fuck.

"Not that I don't find Wolfe and Braeden both very desirable," - oh god - "but based purely on the matter of who catches my eye," - argh - "and not a more emotional attachment," - why was her mouth MOVING and words just SPILLING out? - "it would be Rabastan," she said, and then closed her eyes and lifted both her hands to hide her face. He was in the room, really. Not that it would have been any better if he had not been in the room, but he was there, and it was just so extremely horrible. "Aubrey, I hope you know that I want you to fall down a set of very long and painful stairs," she added, refusing to look at anyone now. This was just thoroughly horrible. "Anyone else?"