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(Tea At The Hatters)

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Chapter Eight:

Specifics

It's didn't take Willy Wonka long to find the china doll out in the storm, in fact he was now walking next to her. The wind chilling him through to the bone without his proper coat on. He bit down on his chattering teeth and let his cold eyes to stare down at her.

Well, don't we just look adorable when upset. . . Willy thought truthfully, his fingers lightly taking her wrist. She gasped, outraged, as she was forced to stop her walking. Her free hand went to smack him a good one across the cheek, but he caught that one as well.

Thankfully she did not try to kick him, as he held her wrists together as he spoke. He did so slowly, staring down at her with a sad smile.

"I know I offended you, and I apologize tenfold. I swear I never meant what I said in such a terrible way you took it. Honestly I-" His voice paused and he glanced back at the cafe' that was just a few feet away. "I know where you are coming from."

Well, at least he sounded sincere. . .

"How do you know about my medication?" She demanded. Her hands clenching into fists as she watched him have a mental debate on whether or not he should tell her.

"Well, the reason you ran off was because I picked up your bottle from the ground, and . . . I suppose you may have thought I was going to steal it. But that was not my intention. I was actually having a flashback when you snatched it from me and ran."

"Flashback?"

"Yes. . ." His eyes lingered for a moment on her hands as they relaxed and then on her mouth as she gave a relieved sigh as he let her go. She wrapped her arms around herself and looked up at the intriguing man in front of her. He certainly was a strange man, with the way he dressed. He always stood straight, and had a professional coldness in his eyes. Even when he stared down at her.

"Well this doesn't give me any reason why I should believe you. Honestly, if I would have done any of this, I would remember it!" She folded her arms across her chest, and tried to look mean.
This sight of a small female trying to look anything other than an innocent feminine made Willy give a snorted chuckle. She was not in the least menacing.

Evelyn glared, and Willy gave a cough. Trying to fake the laugh as something in his lungs.

Obviously Willy Wonka was not going to say much more on the matter, as he folded his hands carefully on his cane and stared down at her, as if he was daring her to ask. Evelyn looked away and to the cafe', not questioning him further.

"Shall we go back inside?" He asked.

Evelyn looked back up at him as he lifted one hand from his cane and waved it at the door of the tea house. She was about to take a step forward when his cane shot out and tightly prodded her stomach,"On second thought. . ." He began, his eyes stared down at her, and Evelyn was paralyzed. " I would very much like to get to know you, Ms.Evergreen. Maybe we can have a spot of tea sometime. . ."

She stuttered to find words, her mouth opening and closing several times before she found an answer. Why in the world would he change the subject so suddenly? She gave a frustrated sigh as she was caught unaware and let her guard down.

As she stared up at the chocolatier, who was preening himself at catching her unawares. He was grinning broadly, showing too-perfect teeth. As if he was Cheshire . . .

No, lets not go there again.

Evelyn rolled her eyes and looked away, muttering something that Willy could not quite understand.

"I'm sorry, but I can't understand Mumblers. . " If it was possible, his grin grew in size, a whole tenfold. This not only irritated Evelyn, but caused a familiar voice to echo through her mind.

"Sometimes the way back, is the way forward again. . . "

"I will under one condition." Eve took pride in herself that the smile slowly drained from his face. His violet gaze narrowing dangerously down at her. Eve nearly cowered away from him, but she held fast. "Tell me why I don't remember you or your Heir. . ."

Willy's smile returned, and the coldness In his eyes faded to a dull sparkle. "Fine."

It seemed apparent that there was something behind her, and she turned to where Willy's gaze met the door of the cafe. Charlie and Kris stood with their heads peeking out of the door, listening intently until Silver and Violet eyes looked at them.

They dissipated as fast as lightening, giggles heard from a mile away. Evelyn gave a sigh and shook her head. Willy was far ahead of her, it seemed, as he was now taking long strides to get to the door.

As he held the door open for her, she walked through before him. Giving a weary stare at Kris. Daring the pixie to say something.

She didn't, but Willy did.

"Come, Charlie. Time is wasting and we might want to head back now." Evelyn turned around in shock. He had agreed to tell her! She stomped her foot like a spoiled child and Willy looked down at her, feigning innocence.

"I will see you tommarrow, Six a.m. Sharp."

"But you agreed-"She began, being cut off as his gloved hand waved infront of her face to signal her pause as he pulled his coat on. Charlie was now waiting rather impatiently.
"But you never said when I had to explain this to you. Be more specific next time."

And with a flurry of snow and red velvet the chocolatier was gone, his Heir walking closely behind him and out the door.