Anabell wandered into the kitchens, even though she wasn't hungry; something she almost always tended to do absentmindedly. She decided on a glass of orange juice to wake her up a little bit, seeing as she was already awake and probably wouldn't be able to fall back in the same peaceful slumber.
As soon as she stepped one foot into the kitchens, a happy little house elf came running toward her, ecstatic to be serving. She smiled and told him she wanted a glass of orange juice, and he sped off and got it for her. She walked all the way inside and saw someone who she thought was Karen Rosmerta; she didn't know for sure, she had only heard the name. and you could call Anabell a bit anti-social.. actually she would love friends, but normally she didn't have any, seeing as she was very quiet and kept to herself. But tonight, for some reason, she just felt like talking.
"Hi," she smiled, walking over to Karen and leaning against a counter.