Were Percy fully in control of himself at the moment, he would've found it exceptionally ironic that he was in a social situation with an attractive girl...and he was NOT the one blushing frantically.  Percy did notice the "glow" upon Ayla's features, but her girlish embarrassment only endeared her more to him.  He found himself sighing regularly while gazing on her.

"Not even Michelangelo's artistic mastery combined with Merlin's magical supremacy could have created a being so splendid as yourself...."

All the while, Percy knew good and well who he was talking to.  Even if he didn't know hardly another detail about Ayla aside from her name...he knew that.  Percy sighed and stared down at Ayla's hand upon his knee and squeezed his own hand around hers.  He leaned down to give the back of her knuckles a soft kiss, yet when Ayla asked his name...

"Oh!  My precious, forgive my manners as they are forgotten!  I must surely take leave of my senses when you are near or I would surely lose my mind entirely!  My name is Percy Archibald Dervish.  Some have called me P.A.D. for my initials.  Though some combine the first syllable of my first and last name since they rhyme and call me 'PerDer'.  Some call me FrogMan, even though my dear pet is a Toad.  I don't know why they do that.  You however my heart, may call me whatever you wish."

Ayla felt much better now that they were sitting behind the booth as if her wall of delectable delights somehow protected them from prying eyes. She was sure that any of the more spiteful students that passed by would draw the worst conclusions from how Percy was acting but she decided not to think about it. After all who could honestly think about petty rumors and superficial idiots when they had a cute older guy doting on them like they were some kind of goddess. She'd love to meet the woman that could resist such a situation because as fate would have it Ayla Elizabeth Collins was not that woman and despite the fact that she knew full well he was only acting like this because of the dumb spell she had put on him herself she couldn't help but become smitten with him in return.

Ayla giggled when he kissed her knuckles and chuckled even harder when he started to list his nick names, "Just Percy? Not, say Percival? Like the Knight of the round table?" Ayla had always been fascinated by the tale King Arthur and his knights even if she wasn't all that well versed in the stories. At least she knew one of the knights were named Percival.

"Well I definitely won't be calling you PerDer, or Frogman." She leaned in closer, her hand squeezing his knee again as she looked him over. She was trying to think of a cute nick name for him but nothing was coming to mind, "Maybe I'll think of something later." Ayla's thoughts were elsewhere though as her own green gold eyes focused in on Percy's lips. She glanced up at her decorations and realized they happened to be sitting under mistletoe. She pointed up sheepishly, "Mistletoe." She was tempted to kiss him but since she knew he was under a spell it would be like taking advantage of him and after all it was much more romantic if he made the first move.

Percy seemed to settle down a bit, as if the frantic lunge of being carefree and obsessed at the same time had settled into his system.  He was getting to sit and spend time with Ayla now, doing something that she cared about.  And he was getting to stare at her all he wanted!  And for them to be practically holding hands made his heart soar.  In fact, he finally went ahead and squeezed her hand which was on top of his knee.

"Actually my first name is Percival.  I just haven't gone by that name for a good while is all.  You're free to call me Percival if you like.  I don't mind it if it's you."

If only Percy remembered the enchantment that Erin Dark had cast that had him in a shining, Pepto Bismol shade of pink armor not too terribly long ago...the knight references would have been far more humorous to him.

Percy had practically all but stricken his full first name from memory.  He'd gone by Percy for so long, which was no great thrill for him as it wasn't the most manly or striking name by far.  But Percival?  He'd never really thought of it sounding anything other than extra wimpy and geeky.  Though he did recall the tale of Arthur and his knights.  That was perhaps the only non wimpy, non geeky Percival in history!

"Take all the time you like.  But while you're thinking of what you'd like to call me, I would love to hear more about you.  Everything.  As beautiful as the most flawless painting can be, it's only more splendid when the story behind it is revealed."

Percy didn't have a clue that he had such sentiments bottled up inside of him.  He would have been blushing furiously and stammering like a madman by now without the influence of that cupcake!  However, Percy was also distracted from his train of thought as the location they were seated in caught his attention.  His eyes drew from the mistletoe to Ayla and he leaned in closer, staring her directly in the eyes.

"May I...?"

Of course...Ayla had rather already given permission by pointing the mistletoe out in the first place, but Percy was a gentlemen, even if his tendencies to hold back his emotions had been let loose.

Now that she knew his name was actually Percival she resolved to call him by it just so she could be special. She figured in his right mind Percy probably hated his full name, most kids did. She remembered going through a phase when she was young calling herself Lizzy instead of Ayla, preferring her middle name to her first name. It made her feel even more special that she'd be able to call him by it even if it was just for the one day, "Percival it is then." She gave him a wink and turned her hand over so that they were now holding hands.

As he leaned forward so did Ayla. Her heart was hammering in her chest, her eyes lost in his own chocolate brown ones. It made her wish and wonder if things would be this sudden and romantic if she had never given him that cookie. Throwing caution to the wind Ayla closed the distance between them placed her petite hands on both sides of his face and pressed her cherry flavoured lips against his. It actually felt good for her to be kissing someone on her own terms instead of being bombarded in the middle of the night in the kitchens or behind a tapestry after class.

As she pulled away she was blushing the deepest yet and moved her hands from his cheeks to around the back of his neck. She could definitely have fun with this little enchantment of his and if she was lucky he wouldn't remember any of it the next day. If she wasn't so lucky and he did remember it, well she could only hope that he'd look back on it all fondly.

"Umm, thanks." She ended lamely not really sure what to say after kissing the boy you accidently put a love spell on.

So Ayla had settled onto Sir Percival it seemed.  Were Percy in his right mind, he would have certainly questioned why he got such special treatment from Ayla.  Surely she didn't treat all her customers this way!  But now she was holding his hand...and it was the most thrilling feeling he could imagine!  The cupcake had him pretty high.  If Percy was Ayla's Sir Percival, then he would attempt to play the role she'd chosen for him.

"Very well, my fair maiden."

Of course, if Ayla really knew Percy for over 5 minutes prior to his enchanted drugging...then she would've known full and well that "sudden and romantic" had nothing at all to do with Percy Dervish.  Of course, in his dreams...this would have been nearly exactly how things would have played out, but life rarely played out like a dream.  Ayla certainly answered...and as he tasted the cherry of her lips, she may well have tasted a smidge of the thick red frosting at a corner of Percy's lips...

Percy's hands seemed to move on their own accord as they swarmed down Ayla's shoulders and arms.  He held her firmly as he kissed her with his eyes completely shut.  He was flying without the use of a broom or magical assistance!  Well...maybe a little magical assistance in the form of a cupcake.

As the two parted lips...Percy slowly opened his eyes to take Ayla in.  He smiled slowly, with great and deep satisfaction.  However, even Percy was a little thrown off by Ayla thanking him for the kiss.

"You're...welcome?"

Percy chuckled faintly and shook his head as he brushed a stray strand of hair back from Ayla's face.

Ayla's cheeks were still a wonderful shade of red and she chuckled softly as he seemed embarrassed by her thanking him. Well it was only proper of her, right? Afterall she had been the one to magically drug him, the least she could do was thank him for letting her take advantage of that. As her mind lingered on said kiss she licked her lips. Mixed with her cherry lip gloss she could still taste him. He tasted like boy with a mixture of lemon and strawberry. As the taste engulfed her she eagerly licked her lips again a sudden realization coming to her before she completely lost her mind. There was left over cupcake on Percy's lips . . .

. . . Damn that spell was powerful!

Before she could even fully register what was happening Ayla's golden green eyes locked onto Percy. All thoughts left her mind and everything was focused instead on the young man in front of her. Suddenly there was no Xavier or even Blake. The only person in the world that existed was Percival Archibald Dervish. Ayla sighed and tilted her head to the side giving off the picture perfect image of a love stuck school girl, "Your eyes are like perfect little chocolates and your hair is so cool looking and those clothes are awesome and your lips," She paused to once again lick her own lips, "Are absolutely divine."

She glanced at her display of goodies suddenly wondering if she could find someone to take over for her. Her eyes scanned the crowd for her brother or sister, surely she could get one of them to do it, "You wanna go some place more private?"

Had Percy been questioned before venturing out this evening...he would have laughed (after blushing horrendously of course) if someone had asked him if he'd be snogging Ayla Collins tonight!  And out in public no less!  Percy had never even kissed a girl before, yet lo and behold...the power was in the cupcake!  If only Percy realized how much more open he was without his nerves having more sway than his innermost feelings (though tweaked and amped up a good deal)...

Nevertheless, Percy liked it!  He liked kissing!  He couldn't believe what dizzying heights it took him to.  This was better than even the fastest and highest he'd ever flown on his broomstick.  Ironically, Percy loved flying.  He loved the feeling of weightlessness and freedom that it offered.  That is...after he learned to properly steer the broom.  Prior to that...Percy was bloody terrified.  A similar relationship existed between he and flirting with girls.

And now Ayla was doting on him and showering him with compliments-the like of which he'd never heard before!  Percy sank forward with a wistful sigh, and opened his mouth to speak or kiss...before a cranky, older lady began ranging what had to be the loudest hand held bell in existence, directly in between Percy and Ayla's young faces.  Percy's brown eyes flew wide open and he lurched back, his body going rigid and then toppling back into the snow like a cat that had just been startled.  Percy scampered up to his feet as the chaperone shouted out directly between them, giving that blasted, deafening bell a run for its money!

"BREAK IT UP, YOU LOT!  Or I'll have you two both in ice cube pajamas for the remainder of the evening.  Get outta here you, hooligan!  Shoo!"

This was the first...and most likely the last time that Percy Dervish would be called a "hooligan."  He threw up an index finger boisterously...quite out of character for him as he exclaimed boldly:

"But I love her!  This is my sunshine in the gloo-"

"Glue?  Well that's a stick situation now, isn't it?  I don't care if she's your long lost 7th Wife, Twice Removed!  You're getting out of here and if I see you around this fine young lady again, I'll have you drawn and quartered!"

Before Percy could utter another syllable, he was struck across the back of his head with that rather large bell.  He rubbed a knot that was already swelling up and reluctantly backpedaled away from Ayla.  The chaperone glared at him, then shook her head and mumbled beneath her breath before speaking directly to Ayla.

"Rotten to the core, he is!   You should learn to choose who you let impune your honor more carefully next time, Missy!  And I'd best not be hearing anything else about you being too "friendly" again.  Understood, hmm?"

Mathilda Crabgrass was the oldest crabbiest woman Ayla had ever met and unfortunately she had been the one put in charge of making sure all the underage participants in the Winter Festival were behaving themselves. Even further unfortunate for the young love struck couple was that Madame Crabgrass happened to be walking past Ayla's bake sale booth at the exact moment that they were ready to share another blissful kiss.

Ayla made a big show of jumping and yelping when a large comically oversized bell was rung in her face. She stood up at as well trying to be as imposing as she could at only five feet and glared at Madame Crabgrass, "That's so not fair!" She yelled another slew of curses at the old bat when she hit Percy over the back of the head with her ridiculous bell.

Ayla held out her hand in an attempt to get Percy to stay with her but the young Ravenclaw was already backing away from her fearful of another attack from the bitter old spinster. When the woman turned to Ayla in the pretense of protecting her virginal honour Ayla snarled, "He is not! Percy is the nicest, sweetest handsomest guy I've ever met! You have no right! You crazy horrible old -" Ayla cut herself off when Madame Crabgrass raised her bell again poised to strike.

Ayla raised her arms to ward off any attack the crazy woman might attempt and looked to Percy with a longing Romeo and Juliet sort of look. How could her perfect day be ruined so quickly and how could she possibly finish up her bake sale without Percy by her side.

With another sneer at the old woman Ayla turned to Percy, "I'm done in three hours. Meet me at the Three Broomsticks?" There was nothing the batty old chaperon could do to them once she was no longer working. As soon as the booth was closed Ayla was free to snog anyone she damn well pleased and there was nothing Madame Crabbybutt could do about it.

Even with Percy's empowered bravado, he was unable to defy such an overbearing and demanding authority figure such as Ms.Crabgrass.  It was funny how some people seemed so aptly named.  Mathilda Crabgrass was one such individual.  Of course, poor Percy Dervish probably fit his own name far too well too.

Now Percy's head was rather humorously ringing after that bell impact, but he was able to flinch and bear it.  He winced as he was herded away from the "sweet shop."  He heard something about "meeting" and "broomsticks", and suddenly dashed away in search of anything broomstick related.  Did she want him to buy her a new broomstick for their next meeting?  Where they going to go flying together?  Did her broomstick need maintenance?  Did she want some sort of broomstick themed merchandise that was being sold at the Festival?  All these thoughts danced about Percy's head...and he sprinted off in search of anything that might apply.  He was certainly in enchanted cupcake induced love!  Too bad he wouldn't think of The Three Broomsticks restaurant until the next morning...It was a lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng night indeed for poor lovestruck Percy Dervish!