Hazel scrunched up her shoulders and squeezed her eyes shut, bringing her hands to her face in a movement of pure happiness. "is be home soon!" she squealed. She relaxed and opened her eyes. "Now- We have to make party plans! to the office!"
Sophiana laughed "What are you talking about?" Sophiana followed her down the hallway and stopped at a picture of Hazel "Hazel how old are you in this picture? 4?5?6?"
"Your going away party!" she explained, then hit a hand on her forehead "right! it's jelly filled doughnut day..." she stopped and turned back towards the direction of the kitchen. "Which picture?"
Sophiana smiled "Okaay that sounds swell we can have it... tomorrow." She pointed to A picture of Hazel in a frilly outfit looking super happy. "That one."
"perhaps... " hazel agreed. "ooh, it's-" the doorbell rang. Hazel walked over and opened the door. In came a paul. a very rained-on paul. "I forgot my umbrella..." he explained. In fact, this all happened as I was coming up the front walk...I apparated, but then the rain here soaked me..." "Well, mum just did a load of wash, you can change into some dry clothes...and we'll be in the kitchen!"
Alice went up to Paul. "Aw, Paul, Hazel doesn't mean that," Alice said, giving a shifty glance in her direction. "She means that all the rest of us will be in the kitchen, and she's going to help you get changed." she laughed, patting Hazel on the shoulder. "We all know how fashionably-challenged you are." Alice smiled.
Hazel gave Alice a wary look. "I know what you're getting at....one of two things." she said. "I'm not fashionably challenged...That is Ed griffith!" paul said indignantly.
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Alice looked him up and down, staring for a while at his shirt. "Hm... Well," she said finally, patting on the shoulder.
"I guess your not- We all know you can match colors, Pauly, but that definitely doesn't mean you match clothes, they're not one in the same," she said, smiling. "Nothing on you- You're very nicely dressed. At least there's no sweater-vests here." she said, laughing.
She turned to Hazel, nudging her with her elbow. "I'll be in the kitchen..."
"What are you talking about? " hazel whispered to alice. "Neither of the two things i can think of that you might be thinking of is happening now today in the few minutes it takes him to change his shirt...but if it satisfies you, I can help him and his 'fshion sense'..." "But i'm not usually dressed this way.. oh well, I'm not going to win here..." paul finished. "C'mon hazel..."
"Yes, go, go!" Alice said, pushing her forward. She rumpled Paul's hair. "Don't do anything strange, Pauly, don't want our lovely Hazel- Well..." she trailed off. She turned and began to walk down the hall.
"Hazel, you know I'm only joking, right?" Alice said very seriously, looking her in the eye. "I don't wanna be waiting for hours then having you be all blah all day," she smiled.
"Oh, and do you have any cookies?" she finished, clasping her hands behind her back.
"okay!! i'm relieved..." Hazel said. she followed paul towards the room, grabbing a laundry basket. "You're gonna wear this one!" She told him, holding up a blue graphic tee.
"Ah! Thanks!" Alice replied loudly, reaching for the cookie cabinet. She pulled down the box, opening it and picking out a cookie. Biting into it, she repeated, "So? How is everybody?" through a mouthful of cookie.
Hazel bounded into the room with an empty laundry basket. "I helped paul pick his shirt!" she told them. "i'm going to put this away now. I put away ALLLL the laundry!" she said enthusiastically. paul came in in a fairly casual collared shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the shoulders, and dark jeans. he grabbed a cookie, inspected it carefully, grabbed the box, reading it. All of a sudden, he jumped up and cast the cookie away, missing the garbage by two inches.
"Paul, what the f**k?" Alice said conversationally, picking the cookie off of the floor and eating it. "You should treat food how you would like to be treated. Before you eat it." she added quickly, looking around. "Are you saying you'd like me to can you, dearest Paul?"
"No, I'm not suggesting that i would like to be canned. I'm allergic to the milk in that beloved cookie that you just ingested." paul explained. Hazel laughed. 'He's been lactose intolerant all his life, yet he always seems to forget, at least until he's about to eat something. Remember that parfait at kairu's?" she rolled her eyes.
Alice stared. Then she shrugged. "Just drink Rice Milk. I hardly ever drink real milk. Don't wanna support the Veal Industry too much," she rambled, poking Paul in the stomach.
"I DO drink rice milk...." paul protested, exhaling sharply as he was poked. "I just forget that foods have real milk in them, I guess." he shook his head.