<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/snitchseekerrpg/images/3/3e/Model-Elsa-Hosk-Victorias-Secret-Clothing-VS-Angel-03.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Hailee Spencer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797231#msg12797231)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>8/1/12 | evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parent's house outside London<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><----  Black shorts, pink sweat shirt<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Okello<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Copious amounts of awkward<hr/><br/><strong>"Shut it you prat!  'm not your damn butler!" </strong><br/><br/>Despite her annoyed response Hailee was already moving toward the door, her bare feet thudding down the polished wood stairs in an odd syncopated pace as she bounced lightly upon each third step.  She jerked the door open with perhaps a bit more force than strictly necessary, an annoyed breath blowing some of her less than orderly blonde hair out of her face.<br/><br/>Her mouth opened to say something, no doubt some kind of generic greeting, but no sound came out; her lips still parted in a slightly perplexed expression.<em>THIS </em>was Griff's school mate?  He was talking, she registered the sounds, the low pleasing tone of his voice colored by an accent that she couldn't fully place.  It was entirely possible her brain short-circuited for a second and Hailee had to shake her head, trying to clear it and pull her eyes up from where shoulders nicely filled out that dark jacket to focus on his face.  Not better.  No, if anything those silvery colored eyes made everything worse and she found herself blushing, red creeping upward from her neck across lightly freckled cheeks.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, yeah, right house.  And right again. 'm Hailee.  Come on in." </strong>Yay!  She did it.  Real full sentences.  Disjointed to be sure, but she was still counting this as a win.<br/><br/><strong>"Okello..'s an unusual name.  I bet you hear that a lot though so lets just pretend that I didn't say it okay?"</strong>She led the way into the living room beyond trusting that he would shut the door after himself and not bothering to relock it since he and Griffin would be leaving soon.<br/><br/><strong>"It should be noted that you should never believe anything Griff tells you, especially about me.  He's a terrible liar, and quite frankly I think he might be a little bit .. special."</strong>There was undeniable affection in her baseless warning and she offered him a quick grin over her shoulder before moving aside and gesturing toward the couch.<strong>"May as well have a seat.  It takes him awhile to get pretty!"</strong><br/><br/>She flung herself onto one end of the couch, long tanned legs bending, twisting until she curled up more seated lotus pose than indian style with her feet pointed upward.  For all its oddness she looked comfortable.<strong>"I'll be year twelve, so 've got a bit before I have to start thinking about 'what I want to be when I grow up'.  For sure not a doctor though.  I've seen all of those books they make you guys pour through.  No thanks.  And then the whole blood thing? I don't like, pass out or anything, but it makes me a little .. iffy, ya know?"</strong>She deliberately left off answering the age question and just set about the very serious task of watching him, wide blue eyes flicking down to his hands, back to his face, shoulders, to the jeans that she was very much a fan of, all while managing to not actually make direct eye contact.<br/>