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PS- Malice or Chaos has changed her name! Its now renegade chaos, so go read her QfC fic, if you want me to keep updating!

Again, I don't know British money, so I have reverted back to American money. I'm Sorry!

February 21

Dear Diary,

All April candies are being mass-produced starting today, including the shamrock candies. Don't ask me how he got the "shamrock" to "grow" but he did it. Over the last four days I have been testing them, with some freaky side effects. My favorite was when, after the flower grew, and I had ingested it, I grew. In fact, I grew six feet taller than what I was. Good thing Mr. Wonka has unnaturally high ceilings in this room. Personally, I think stuff like this happens a LOT, and that is why he has the high ceilings. But that's just me.

Oh, I hope enough people buy the shamrock candies. I don't know if you remember, Diary, but if they sell, I get five per cent of all the profits. Now, they'll only cost something like fifty cents each, but still, that's 2 and a half cents for every candy sold, and if they're shipped 'round the world, well then, who knows!

Well, I shouldn't get my hopes up to high, nothing good ever comes from that, you know?

Oh, but do I have news for you, Diary!

I think… I think that I have a crush on Willy. I find myself inexplicably flustered when he comes near me, and thinking about him when he isn't. I hadn't noticed it until today, but now that I think back on it, I think it was always there. I was just… progressing, each day.

Whenever he reaches over my shoulder to get something, I just shut my eyes and breathe. I breathe deeply, taking in his scent, the scent of rock candy and (of course) chocolate. I'm not sure if "rock candy" was a good enough description, though. It's more like he smells like… pure sugar. I don't really know how to describe it, but the fact that I am taking so long to try to find the perfect word for it tells me how head-over-heels I am for the guy.

And when he isn't looking over here, I admire his hair, his eyes (they're purple, you know. Purple!), I admire his jaw line, and how strong it looks, his hair, and how it's always so perfectly…well, perfect.

Gosh, I use the word "Perfect" to describe him a lot, don't I?

He keeps popping up in my dreams to. Nothing dirty (so don't think that way!). It's usually just something small, like I might happen to walk by him on my way to the Inn or something (which is extremely unlikely. It's like he lives in that factory!)

The fact, though, is that he's there! I never dream about anyone I know. Ever! It just doesn't happen with me. At least… not that I remember, anyways.

Speaking of dreams, I think that shall go to sleep now, and see if he is in tonight's dream(s).

I will let you know what happens (if anything) tomorrow.

See ya, Diary

- Melissa