freezePOP ; holly.

[telly]

Ladeedaa. Yuss, it was after hours. So what? This little girl was hungry hungry! Like those weird hungry hungry hippos! Except she's not eating silly mulit-coloured balls. And her mouth wasnt quite that big. No, not quite. Laying in bed, Telly could hear her tummbly grumble. Directing her gaze to the bare belly of hers, she sighed, rolling her eyes as she did so. "Oh shutup, would'yah? Goodness..." With yet another sigh, Telly forced herself out of bed, her little toes searching for her pink fuzzy slippers in the dark.

Tip-toeing into the kitchen, the sly little syltherin scanned the area, keeping watch of any perfects that might be walking the halls. Seeing nothing that seemed like a perfect, Telly walked to a nearby table and sat down, waiting for a house elf to come serve her. Yuss, this princess was HUNGRYY.

After a few awfully long minutes, a house elf finally came to her service. "Finally, ummm. I'd like a pink freezepop please. Oh, and a glass of grape juice." The small girl stated, in a whisper-like tone, lips curling at the ends. Spacing off a tad, her gaze drifted towards a random object, such as a chair. Hm, where was Jackson, she asked herself. She haddn't seen him since he had left for Trios. She'll send him an owl sometime this week. Maybe. Telly wass a little flaky on those types of things...

Bringing her mind back to the present situation, Telly noticed the pink freezepop and glass of grape juice she had ordered not too long ago. Right as she was going to take a bite of her yummy frozen treat, the small girl herd footsteps. Uh-oh. Closing her eyes tight, as if it would make her dissapear or something, she prayed it wasnt a perfect.

[holly]

Mister Holland was tucked into his soft and warm bed in the Hufflepuff dorm, his skinny arms wrapped tightly around his pillow as he slept. Erm, well, tried to sleep. His dark green eyes were shut tight, hoping that he'd be able to fall asleep like that, but his stomach kept making angry noises at him. Bahh. Wrinkling up his nose, he finally pushed back his covered and tipped himself out of bed, his tiny bare feet landing on the floor.

Walking on his toes, the boy searched for his bunny slippers at the end of the bed, and once he'd found them, he stepped into their warm and fuzziness. Brushing his dark hair from his eyes, he set off quietly down to the common room, trying not to make any noise. It would have normally been a piece of cake for him, as he was a ninja, but he was tired and didn't know this place very well, which meant he'd probably run into some walls. Ha.

But now came the hard part, where were the kitchens? Havng only arrived that day, he didn't know where anything was. Smart, seriously. He'd been assigned a nifty buddy, and she would show him around and stuff. All he could remember was that her name started with an A, Anna? Ashley? Not even close, and that she was in Mihael, like Charlotte. He missed his sister lots, and wished they'd gotten into the same house. Awwh.

After a while, Holland found himself on the ground floor, checking every door in his desperate hunt for the kitchens! And all the while his stomach continued to growl at him. Tugging at the hem of his black Blaqk Audio t-shirt, which matched so well with his Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends pajamas, he yanked on the handle of another door- and shzam! He found the fricken' kitchen! Feeling triumphant, he slipped inside, marveling at it's huge-ness. Oh my. He'd never seen a kitchen this big before.

Skipping acrossed the room, he stopped suddenly. seeing a girl at a table, with her eyes shut tight. She looked kinda funny like that, but maybe she thought he was someone else? Wrinkling his nose, he plopped into the seat on the other side of the table from her. "I can still see you, you know," he said with a smile.

[telly]

[sowwy for the horrible post. I is really tired. -.-]

tip, tap, tip tap. Stupid footsteps, they're making poor Telly nervous. A few moments pass, then a thump came to her ear. Someone was sitting on the seat across from her! DUN DUN DUNN. This was bad, supa bad. Telly couldnt be in trouble already! She had only arived back at Trios that day! What would Jackson think of her if...Wow. All of this suspence was killing her...

"I can still see you, you know."

Gasp. A boys voice? Hmm, the only other boy perfect that Missus Telly knows of, is her brother. Relaxing her face from that awfully horrid expression, Chantal opened one eye to see her doom! With only half of her vision available, Telly could make out a face, a boys face, a Blaqk Audio tshirt, and oh goodness, FOSTERS JAMMIES! Awh, this boy was cute. Hopefully Telly wouldnt scare him away.. Finally opening the other eye, the slytherin could see all the pretty boy siting across from her, smiling ever so sweetly.

Realizing how silly she must've looked, the small girl blushed slightly. "How long have you been sitting there..?" Telly said quite bluntly. She was hungry, and awfully tired. It's not like she wanted to be mean-like.. He just interupted her munchie time. Placing the frozen treat into her small little mouth, Telly spoke, her speach impared by the freezepop. "Hewwo, my namm is Tewee."

A giggle escaped her mouth, how rude of her. Talking with her mouth full, she knew better. Whiping the saliva off her chin Telly cleared her thoat. "What I ment was, Hello, my name is Telly." Her lips curled at the ends, cheeks still a pinky color.

Looking at his attire, Telly felt a little underdressed for this meeting. Her childish hellokitty jammies were nothing compared to his fosters home for imaninary friends jammies. Sigh, owell, it's not like she planned to meet him or anything. Who ever he was. Directing her gaze to his eyes, Telly smiled. "You have pretty eyes..I mean! Pretty jammies.." Dangit! Once again, Chantal Rosland Hurley said something utterly stupid. Great...

[holly]

Holland continued to smile as he watched her open one eye, and then the other, biting his bottom lip to keep himself from giggling. She seemed scared, maybe she didn't think he was someone else, someone who would get her intro trouble for being out and about in the middle of the night. He hoped that no one would catch them, he really didn't want to get in trouble when he'd only just arrived here a short while ago.

Placing his folded arms on the top of the table, he shrugged his shoulder lightly. "Not very long," he said simply watching her take a bite of her Popsicle with interest. When she spoke, he smiled a little wider, allowing a small laugh to escape his lips. "Didn't your mother teach you not to talk with your mouth full, Telly?" His mother certainly did. He had all sorts of good manners. Well, some of the time. He preferred to eat with his fingers rather than use a fork, and did the whole elbow on the table thing. He didn't understand why people got so touchy about that. It's just an elbow.

Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he wrinkled his nose, his stomach suddenly reminding him why he had come down here in the first place. And as if one of the little house elves had read his mind, it suddenly appeared at the side of the table, and Holland smiled. "I would like a peanut butter and banana sandwich, please," he told him kindly, turning his attention back to the blond Telly girl.

Raising his eyebrow, the corner of his mouth turned up into a crooked smile. Oh, well, that was a very unexpected comment. He slid back a little, looking down at his mismatched pajamas. He had to admit, they were pretty spiffy. He raised his eyes back up to her, his crooked smile still in tact. "Erm, thank you, Telly. I like yours, too." As the elf suddenly appeared with his sandwich, he added, "I'm Holland, by the way."

[telly]

sorry it's so short. >.<

Awh, what a cute name. Hm, what can you make out of Holland.. HOLLYKINS! How adorable. Gah, Telly smacked herself, not literally of course, as the thought of that silly name went through her mind. What would he think of her if she called him Hollykins? She pondered the though for a moment, deciding that it would better of if she didn’t. Besides, she had just barely met him, goodness sake.

Taking another bite of the freezepop, Telly suddenly hic-uped! She always got those darn hic-ups whenever she ate freezepops. But how could she resist their cold, crunchy, sweetness? "So ar- [hic-up] you ne- [hic-up] ew here?" The slytherin managed, feeling awfully silly talking like that.

Freezepop still in hand, Missus Telly grabbed her grape juice and brought it to her mouth, the cups edge replacing where the freezepop had just been. Taking a slow sip, she hic-uped once again, allowing the grape juice to slide down her chin. Goodness she felt like a slob, first talking with food in her mouth, and now this? What in the world must he be thinking? Now fully embarrassed the now second year grabbed one of the napkins that the house elf brought her, and wiped her mouth, her lips stained a purple-ish color.

[holly]

Casting his dark green eyes, the boy picked up his peanut butter and banana sandwich and began to peel the crust off, dropping it back on the plate in a messy little pile, a nauseated look on his face. He didn't like crust on bread, it was gross, he should have told the elf that. Once his sandwich had been rid of the nasty crust, he took a big bite, hearing the hallelujah chorus.

Still holding the sandwich to his mouth, he looked back over at Telly. Seeing her hiccup as she ate her Popsicle, he giggled, her hiccups were kind of cute. Ha. Silly girl. But she seemed pretty nice, and funny too, but he didn't think it was intentional. He wondered what house she was in, maybe she was in Mihael, like Charlotte; then he would be jealous of her. Hnn.

Holland swallowed, then wiped the corners of his mouth just in case he'd gotten himself all peanut buttery. "Mhmm. I only arrived today, with my sister. Are you new?" he asked, pretty sure that she wasn't a wee little first year like himself. He took another small bite of his sandwich, pulling his legs up onto the bench so he sat Indian style. It was much more comfortable.

[ooc] Mine's no cup of tea either... Sorey.

[telly]

Telly giggled at the though of her being a first year again. Technically she still was, being bumped up a year half term doesnt really count now does it? No, not really. Another hic-up escaped her mouth before she spoke. "Me? Nahh, I'm a second year. I would be a first year, like yourself, but everyone got bumped up a year." Freezepop now finished, Telly was still hungry! Goodness, maybe she was a hungry, hungry hippo, but not quite so big obviously.

Seeing another house elf pass by Telly grabbed its attention by tugging on its apron [they do wear aprons, right?] "Hi, um, could I have a plate of cookies, enough for me and my new friend here?" Awh, Telly was sharing. Even though she had no clue if Mr. Holly even liked cookies. But- Who doesn't like cookies? I mean, honestly. Everyone loves cookies. Just ask cookie monster. :]

A few moments pass and the plate of cookies is set in front of her. Oh boy did they look yummy. It was an assorted bunch; chocolate chip, peanut butter, oatmeal WITHOUT the raisins, and a pink frosted cookie with rainbow sprinkles. "I call the pink one!" The little slytherin exclaimed, and rather too loudly, for one of the house elves gave her that 'shhh' action. Slowly sinking back down into her chair, Telly buried her face into her blue hellokitty jacket, which matched the rest of her attire. Only her piercing blue eyes and a poof of blondeblonde hair were visible.

Hmph, so much for first impressions Face still buried in her jacket, her speech was muffled slightly. "Chantal Rosland Hurley, second year in the house of Slytherin, has once again made a fool of herself..."

psh. your post was lovely, hon.[/size][/font]

[holly]

Holland roughly brushed his dark hair out of his face once more and took another bite of his sandwich, listening to Telly. Oh, so they all got bumped up a year? He wondered how that happened, but he thought it was pretty nifty. He'd never heard of any school bumping it's student's up a grade, well, at least not in Muggle private school He wanted to get moved up a year, well not just yet, he'd only just gotten there.

Some of them could wear aprons, I guess. Hnn.

Finishing off his delicious sandwich, he felt much better, and his stomach was no longer making angry noises at him. Such a mean stomach, but how else is it going to tell him it's hungry? Pushing the plate away he smiled at the thought of cookies. Of course everyone adores cookies, you must be crazy not to.

Once the cookies were brought to the table, he instantly eyed the pink and rainbow sprinkled cookie, only because it was the brightest and it stood out. Oh, but they all looked very yummy. Except for the peanut butter, who eats peanute butter cookies? They were disgusting. The boy let out another giggle at the shushing elf and Telly as she retreated into her jacket.

"But I want the pink one," he protested, eyeing it with his dark green eyes. He then grinned at her, looking away from the cookie back to her. Even though it was slightly muffled he could hear what she said perfectly, and her name was very pretty. He'd wondered what Telly was short for. Ah.

Deciding against the froested cookie, he picked up an oatmeal one instead, since she obviously embarrassed herself a lot, she deserved the cookie she wanted. "You're in Slytherin?" he asked, sounding slightly shocked. She seemed to nice to be in Slytherin, from what he'd heard about them.