Melanie~
I narrowed my eyes at her. "I don't fancy him any more." I told her firmly.
"Who do you fancy then?" She asked teasingly.
Oh dear. "Fine, I'll go to the Festival, but I'll remind you, public celebrations never work out for me." I said, regretting the move.
"You're not getting away that easy dear. Who is it then?" Thalia prodded my arm teasingly.
"I'm-not-telling-you." I replied tight-lipped.
"You know I'll find out somehow, you may as well spare me the wait."
"I'm taking my chances."
She rolled her eyes. She was right though, she'd find out eventually, but until then...
"What are you wearing to the festival?" She asked, changing the subject.
"I don't know, I wasn't aware I was going until recently."
"Purple always looked fabulous on you, with your eyes and all... but of course blue for your hair..." She whisked me away before I could protest, cracking puns and speaking in rhyming couplets, always exploding into laughter after each one.

Quite tall. But his hair is more like the statue's, but the same colour.