Holly tilted her head slightly at Gisele's comment about her clothes, having no doubt that she meant it and that she would have said so if she hated it.<br/>"Well, it is raining... Oh pray tell who..."<br/>She had to admitt to be curious about the guest, Gisele hadn't said anything about it to begin with and this wasn't revealing the least, so Holly came into the house that she had played in every week since kindergarten, sliding the jacket down to put it on the coatrack.<br/>"Sure you have time to fix my hair?"<br/><br/>Holly had to call that out after Gisele as the ravenhaired girl had allready started to disappear up the stairs, her own softly clad feet tapping the old floors gently when she started taking the steps, one slender hand resting on the wooden banister.<br/>"Oh, good morning mrs Le'Magie."<br/>Passing Gisele's mother Holly smiled briefly before taking the last steps swiftly to catch up with Gisele with only a little bit of hardened breath raising her chest beneath the camisole.