 Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE!
Isabella practically beamed when Skylar confirmed her name. Well, nickname. Isabella was just proud of herself for mostly remembering. "My mother likes to slice radishes and serve them with tortilla soup," she murmured, remembering the dish fondly. The house elves were great cooks, but her Mama cooked different sorts of dishes.
As her stomach grumbled, Isabella looked about the kitchen. Where were the house elves? She did not see anybody near the entrance, but house elves were short so she certainly could have missed somebody.
"Excuse me," Isabella called softly. Softly, in case someone was napping. Did house elves nap? She wasn't sure. "We're looking for a snack!" Having announced their intentions, she turned and grinned at Skylar. "You're a third year, too, aren't you?" she asked. "I think we have classes together. You sit by... um..." Isabella frowned, trying to think of the person's name that Skylar sat by. It was someone in her house, she thought. Hmm. |