 ½ of Lauralie | Koala | The being in Ern's pocket | Baby Smurf | Prouf member of The Flock
Somehow, Maine got a feeling that Holli wasn't actually very okay. A tub of yogurt was accompanied by mandarin oranges, strawberries and delicious fruits like that. Maine knew Holli needed them, even though Holli might not. She needed the iron and zinc and Maine couldn't bring her something she couldn't cook. All that sat in a decently sized picnic basket, and without another thought, Maine turned on her heel and re-appeared outside Holli's doorstep.
Knocking sharply, she waited for a response but recieved none. "Holli?" she called, knocking harder. Still no response. Maine was pretty sure something was wrong. Resting her palm on the door, she breathed in deeply. "Alohomora," she whispered, before turning the knob and walking in.
"Holli?" she called, putting down the basket. She'd better be okay. |