You can't stop this. [Holland .B. -- again]

[jazziojazzio]

AnnaSophia isn't an ordinary name. I mean, how many people do you know with a name like AnnaSophia? Not many, I'm sure. But she always wondered where her name originated. It was always a mystery to her. She knew that Jasmine was from a herb of some sort, and that Donovan meant God, but what about AnnaSophia? Anna meant grace, and Sophia meant wisdom... so... what? AnnaSophia meant graceful wisdom? Did that even make any sense? No matter how many times Anna said it in her mind, it just didn't seem to complete the confusing puzzle that was her name.

She sighed, not paying any attention to where she was going. Floating aimlessly through the corridors and weaving through strangers she passed on the way. She shook her head and banged into a closed door. She stumbled back and glared at the door, but the glare faltered and soon turned into a curious gaze. Muggle Electronics Room. She bit her lip, grinning up at the small plate on the door eagerly.

She turned the handle, not wasting any time, but found that she wasn't alone in the small world that most would call curiosity. She saw a boy, her age, or older... but not by much. She smiled in a friendly way and raised her hand to a wave, "Hi." she said, smiling.

[holly]

Since discovering this place, Holland would often venture out of the dorm to use it's many electronic devices, such as his iPod, the tv, and sometimes the computer. He found it very entertaining, which was why he was in here at the moment. He sat indian style on one of the couches in front of the tv, the channel set on the Food Network, and a sketchbook in his lap. He was drawing away, dark green eyes glancing up at the screen every now and then, watching Rachael Ray explain how to cook some sort of salad or whatever. It was interesting to watch, and was slowly making him feel quite hungry.

He sat gazing at the screen, his finger lightly holding his pencil in one spot against the page. He hadn't drawn anything except for a few lines. He wasn't the best artist, he preferred to paint, and sometimes do photography. But that was more of his sisters thing. Anyway, Holland was not paying attention to his surroundings as he watched Miss Ray chop up a bunch of celery stalks; he hadn't heard anyone come into the room. Until she spoke to him.

Holly's eyes moved away from the screen and rested on the girl, a smile flickering on his lips in return. He had seen her in some of his classes, he was certain he had. "Hello." That was all he said in reply, he would normally have introduced himself or asked her who she was, but his mind was feeling a bit fuzzy from staring at the screen. Maybe this was why his mother didn't like them watching a lot of tv.