[b]Charlotte Dyer[/b]

"... Thank you, Mister!" Charlotte smiled... And then that smile wavered. Oh, she couldn't keep it up any longer. She wasn't going to send this guy on a fool's errand, he seemed to earnestly want to help. And so, the tiny witch did the only thing she could do in this situation... She broke down giggling, falling to her knees and holding her hat on. This was just great, oh, it was hilarious! No harm done and she had surely just confused the hell out of this guy. Oh well, time to explain. It wasn't like it was time to keep messing with him, anyway, she did have evidence to find and a madman to track.

"Oh... oh wow, that was great," Charlotte wiped a tear out of one eye, continuing to giggle between words, "Really, that made my day. I needed to do something funnier then track down a maniac. Whew..."

The 'little girl' took a deep breath, letting the air rush into her lungs so she could provide a much more coherent explanation then she would otherwise. He really did deserve it, after being mislead so thoroughly. Charlotte got to her feet, brushing her skirt and cape off and adjusting her hat. She was still grinning. She couldn't help it, that was just too funny. "Now for the real me. My name is Charlotte Dyer, and I'm a witch. Sorry, but, oh, you gave me the [i]best[/i] opportunity to unwind and mess with someone. I didn't even think it was going to work!"

The black-haired witch stifled another giggle. "... I did tell you the truth about them, though. They're shifty bastards, even if they were capable of acknowledging the cuteness of this outfit. My adorableness sure fooled you, right?"

She waved a hand at the shield-carrying man, grinning widely. "I mean, I know I'm extra-cute like this and all, but wow, you really didn't even suspect it. I knocked these guys out. Dark magic does a number on idiots like them. Well, it does a number on anything."

Charlotte smiled up at the man. Oh, this was one of the reasons she stuck with being so physically young. Getting to screw with people like this.