<strong>Name: Arabelle "Belle" Masters</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z371/CamberRaine/Elle_zps2d6d4509.jpg) (http://s1186.photobucket.com/user/CamberRaine/media/Elle_zps2d6d4509.jpg.html)</div><br/><strong>Location: Office<br/>Doing: Reading<br/>Tagged: Alfred</strong><br/><br/>The quiet thump of feet pulled Belle's nose out of her novel. A smirk came across her lips as she took in the figure standing in her doorway, jacket held open. Curiosity came to play in her expressive hazel eyes. He was saying something about a bird, though Belle had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.<em>A bird...?</em>She cocked her head to the side, waiting to see what he had to say. Her novel resting in her lap .<br/><br/>It was obvious the kid was a live wire, and it didn't occur to her that he had dropped the mail until he said something about it. Belle stood, walking to him before leaning down and helping him scoop up the packages and letters.<strong>"Yes...Masters. And you are?"</strong>Her eyebrows furrowed as she stood, brushing her hands down her front. He was one of Phil's boys, apparently. As he went off rambling again, she shook her head, holding a hand up.<strong>"Name and mail. One thing at a time."</strong>