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iceblossom22 
Elise looked up from her sketchpad to see Presley. She remembered her. Presley'd helped her try to get over her mom. And it was working... slowly. Turning to face her, she grinned.
"Hi, Presley," she smiled, turning the page of the sketchbook. "Had a nice summer?"
"The food was great!" she beamed. "The house elves have outdone themselves, really." And the Baby Elf? Well, El had thought of one. It sounded strange enough. But this was Erin's. "What about LuLu?" Oh, the Baby Elf. "Err... Isn't that a little too human-like?"
Weird name. "How's Wonkle sound to you?" she asked, without looking up from her sketchpad. Completing the last few strokes of her face, El turned the book for Erin to see.
"It's supposed to be you, but I haven't done the hair yet," Elise beamed. Twirling her pencil around her thumb, she hoped it wasn't bad. She thought it was good. El had practiced on random people on buses. And if those turned out okay, this would.
Presley looked over to see who was speaking to her. It was Elise. They weren't necisarily close friends, but they knew and acknowledged each other. Presley grinned at the younger girl.
"It was fabulous. Yours?" She almost instantly felt bad for asking. She knew just the summer before the girls mother had died. It seemed insensitive. Of course she would have had the toughest summer of her life. Presley had, the year her mother had died. But she couldn't retract the question once it had been asked, so she just smiled at Elise, and hoped the girl knew she meant well.