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Kellen had reached the snack table, and there was already someone munching away at the cupcakes. He watched the rather enthusiastic bite she made into the treat and promptly took two to put on his plate. If she was going to be a rival for cupcakes, he'd have to stock up in advance. Only after a bite and a swallow did he realize he was being rude, and smiled at her, lifting his bitten cupcake to indicate it, "They're good, aren't they?"
Abby was reaching for a napkin to wipe a little frosting off her chin. Who wanted to have a blue face? She lifted the BLUE napkin to fix it up and there! All good! Then she took another bite. MMM these cupcakes were goood.
Hearing a voice very close by, Abby turned to see a boy there. And well, she could only assume he was speaking to her. She nodded in response to his question about the tastiness of the cupcakes.
"Very good," she said.
And very blue. "Who makes 'em?" she asked, laughing a little. Hopefully that wasn't a stupid question. But hey, she was new. How would she know?
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-Bambi- A...party? Whaa-? Oh! Kel smiled as he read the big banner. Then his stomach got the better of him, and he went for the cupcakes. He picked up a particularly yummy looking one, and took a big bite out of it. Mmmm...
It was the that he noticed that he was standing right by someone. "House Cup and Gobstones, huh?" he stated, looking up at the person. Oh. She was a girl that he didn't. "Ravenclaw pretty much rocks, don'tcha think?" He pretty much assumed that she did. She was a Ravvie, after all.
Huh? Was that the voice of another person directed to her? Abby looked around and - oh! There he was, standing right beside her.
"House Cup? Oh, yeah," she said nodding. Not that she would know. Then he asked if she thought Ravenclaw, quote on quote, rocked. To this, she nodded more enthusiastically.
"I do think!" she said. Heck, she might have been new, but she basically took to the House thing pretty quickly. It wasn't a new concept. There had been different houses back at Salem.
"What about Quidditch?" she asked curiously.
"How'd we do last term?" They didn't play much Quodpot here, Abby reminded herself. Now, that was more of an American things, she supposed. But still, GO QUIDDITCH! Besides, she should know these things if she wanted to tryout for the team.