*A/N Holy Updated Fanfic, Batman! This is just a brief little chapter but you can expect another one soon. I also just wanted to explain why I made Violet's dad a creep because a few people did ask me about that. I just did it to add a bit more drama and he was supposed to play a larger part but I had to re write a large portion of this fanfic after my computer lost it so I cut down a few things for time. So that is all. Please enjoy.*

"Where is fancy bred? In the heart, or in the head?" Wonka asked in that mysterious was of his. "Shall we roll on?" Wonka smiled at me as he made his little pun. Despite how happy I was that Mr. Beauregarde was leaving, I was still concerned for Violet after hearing that there is a probability that she may explode. I pushed these thoughts to the back of my head, trusting that Wonka wouldn't actually allow anyone here to die.

"Well well well. Two naughty, nasty children gone. Three good, sweet children left." I couldn't help but smile at this. Wonka must have realized by now that not all of the children here are as sweet as he's letting on. Wonka led the group yet again into another room before stopping abruptly to show off some lickable wallpaper. "Lick an orange, it tastes like an orange. Lick a pineapple, it tastes like a pineapple. Go ahead, try it!" Me and Charlie shared a smile as he went to lick the wall. I couldn't help but feel a little reluctant. Licking a wall just seemed a bit odd. Although at this point it was to be expected. I shrugged my shoulders and went for an untouched cherry on the wall near Wonka. Willy smiled widely at the back of my head as he heard me gasp in shock as I tasted the cherry. I pulled back and looked at him in surprise. Despite the fact that I knew it would taste of cherry, it still somehow caught me off guard. He simply smiled at me and continued the tour.

"Something very unusual here. Bubbles, bubbles everywhere and not a drop to drink, yet." Wonka then went on to explain that he was working on something called a Fizzy Lifting Drink. He explained briefly that the drink could make you float. I couldn't help but laugh in shock.

"Yes, Connie?" Willy asked me.

"Mr Wonka, that just doesn't seem possible. A drink that can make you fly." I exclaimed. Willy gave me another gentle smile before responding.

"It is quite possible. Unfortunately, we will not be able to witness it today. The drink is still too powerful. At this point, the children begged him to let them try it. I even threw some puppy eyed glances at him to drive the point home. I could see him break a little at my glance but ultimately he held his ground, claiming there'd be children floating around all over the place. With that he led us to another room. As we walked, I could feel a hand lightly place itself on my lower back. I turned to see Willy smile at me in an odd, wistful way. Yet again, no one else seemed to notice.

"Connie?" He asked.

"Yes, Mr. Wonka?" I replied, waiting for him to continue. He looked like he desperately wanted to share something with me for a moment before simply smiling.

"I must insist that you call my by my first name. I believe we are on a first name basis at this point." He said, cheekily referring to the kiss we had shared a very short while ago. I could tell that that wasn't what he really wanted to say to me, but I didn't want to push him. I instead blushed, muttering something along the lines of "I was hoping you'd forgotten about that..." Willy laughed at that.

And quietly said "I don't believe I'll be able to forget that for quite a while..." I looked up at him as his voice yet again had a very wistful property to it. But before I could say anything, he left my side to show the group into the right room so that we could continue the tour. I looked back to check on Charlie and Grandpa Joe, when I realized they were no where to be seen.