The Ravenclaw girl soon found herself pretty lost in all the attractions in the Sideshow area. There were dozens of booths and wagons with stages. Some were very large, and some were extremely small, like the Punch and Judy Show had been. She looked at her watch: She still had some time before she was supposed to meet Hugo and the others, and perhaps Jace would arrive by then. So she she continued down the row of colored awnings attached to the wagons that were parked in a row. Each had a separate sign, and she read these as she walked slowly along. Near one small caravan, there was a stage with something like a doll house on it, or part of a doll house. One of her most treasured chldhood possessions had been the doll house she had at home. She rarely played with it any mre, but she wasn't ready to store it away, for she'd worked very hard on arranging it just as she wanted, and when she was done, she'd do it all over again a different way. She'd loved all her dolls and toys, what few she had.
She read the sign on the small caravan. "Yeva The Dancing Doll Maiden", and there was a man, some kind of wizard working on setting out some signs that the sideshow was open. But what was it? Cerise was about to go up and look at the doll house and the area around it more closely when she heard a voice say something in a language she didn't understand. She looked around for who was speaking, but saw no one. It was probably Jace hiding and throwing his voice with a charm. Then she heard the voice again, female, and speaking what sounded like Russian. Then she looked down where the voice came from, and she got the shock of her life! There was a doll -- a girl doll -- perhaps eight or ten inches in height speaking to her. Actually speaking. It was the same Doll Maiden on the advertising sign, except that the sign was huge, and this maiden was tiny, or at least doll-sized. She was dressed very beautifully in doll clothes, or real clothes that were doll sized. Her features were peaches-and-cream with blonde hair like Cerise's. In fact, she looked strangely like one of Cerises' dolls named Katrina. She was clearly speaking to Cerise. A big smile broke out on the Ravenclaw's face, and she knelt down to be more on the little doll's level. She didn't know what the doll had said, but it was a cute little voice, so Cerise started with a hello.
"Oh, hello. I'm sorry, I don't speak your language, but how beautiful you are!" she said with wonder in her voice.