”Shouldn't you buy something red and pretty instead of a worn and ragged shirt?” the voice and the question had almost startled Islay. The idea of getting something pretty had just made her chuckle.

With a slight turn of her head she simply looked at the boy and his broken rememberall… ”those could be rather horrible and brilliant gag-gifts for people” she pointed toward the rememberall in his hand – pausing she just looked at him for a second taking in his features as she tried to remember his name. She had learned it last year during school of course.

…it had a V in it. She knew that much v…v…Vance? VANCE that was it! ”…I was thinking of making a raggedy old toy for my dog Wiggins – he’s been a little off since moving” she was smiling at the blonde. ”you’re Cole right? I don’t think we properly met last year…I’m Islay”