Evee's much-too-large-for-her-face eyes were trained on the brunette, and she gave a sort of half smile to him that seemed both forced and natural. Perhaps Evee just wasn't very poised when it came to smiling. "I'm Evee." She spoke in a tone that was nearing robotic, monotone but higher pitched...
Social interactions depending on the region of the people socializing in question were so different. While it seemed that Evee shared more of a reserved - stay three feet away at minimum - attitude, her sister was much more European in her approach. Was European the right region? The 11 year old...
When a question was posed to the young Hufflepuff she sat up and turned to face the boy with inquisitive eyes. Was there a right answer in this social riddle? If she said yes was it creepy or flattering? If she said no would he be insulted or expect more conversation for her. Asking too many...
Finally a moment of piece where Evee had nothing to worry about but herself and her breathing and the tranquility of people watching. Eyes fixed on someone else who was relaxing themselves. She watched the way the air blew through the boys hair. In Evee's eyes there was something fascinating...
[font=timesnewroman][color=darkgoldenrod]"Slow down." Evee begged her sister with a pleading look in her eyes. However Evee was a slave to Elsie's oddly strong grip which dragged her from booth to booth. However once there was mention of a flower crown Evee knew that Elsie would drag her over to...
I KNOW THAT I AM RUNNING OUT OF TIME
I WANT IT ALL
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SAY HELLO TO EVEE PERRIE-ANNE RUTHAFORD
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AND I'M WISHING THEY'D STOP TRYNA TURN ME OFF
I WANT IT ALL...
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