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Isadora had appreciated the woman's thoughtfulness and her help. She was slightly surprised to be invited to come by for tea or snacks, and wondered briefly if she said that to anyone or if she just felt particularly sorry for Isadora's situation. She smiled hesitantly. "Thanks, and I'll take...

Isadora looked up at the woman as she spoke to her gently, telling her she had been in a similar situation and taken in someone who had nowhere else to go. Isadora let out a breath as she said presents didn't really matter, that what mattered was giving them the chance to grow and thrive...

Isadora was a little embarrassed, apparently she was easy to read. She shrugged. "It just- doesn't feel really adequate." She admitted. "She took me in after- well, I left my parents' house and I had nowhere to go." She shrugged slightly. "I'm not sure a cup really measures up to that, you know?"

Isadora felt a little pathetic standing here, trying to figure out a gift for the person who literally housed and fed her when she had nowhere to go, and she had no idea what to get. She swallowed. "Yeah- I think that's nice." She said a little sadly.

Isadora watched curiously as the woman thought and looked around the store. She hesitated when she asked her if she could tell her about Margo's grandmother, because she honestly couldn't say much. She didn't really know her all that well. "I think she drinks tea, but I have no idea what kind."...

Isadora looked around a bit more, uncertain now. She glanced at the woman. "I figured I might buy a present for someone- my friend's grandmother temporarily took me in and I wanted to thank her, but I'm not really sure what she likes." She admitted, scratching the back of her neck a little...

Isadora looked up as the lady working in the store spoke to her, giving her a hesitant smile. She was an interesting person to look at, as she had a very distinct style. Isadora was just wearing shorts and a faded shirt, her hair pulled up in a hasty bun. She felt strangely under dressed to...

Isadora was sad. She felt like she had missed the train to Hogwarts, like she should be there with Margo and Cameron, like there had been a big mistake. But no, they had graduated. They all had, and now... now they had to do something else. Isadora had gone home to her parents only once and had...

For Demetrius!

9/10 I love it and the moving parts of it, but I do feel it cuts off her face a little weirdly maybe?

Isadora couldn't believe the day had come, she was graduating today. Honestly, she hated it. Isadora's future was full of uncertainties. She knew her parents were disappointed in her, she suspected they were hoping to marry her off to someone so she wouldn't be their problem anymore, she had no...

Isadora turned her head when she heard someone call her name, pausing to let the younger girl catch up. She smiled slightly at her words. "Maybe I was." She said mysteriously. She felt a little nervous about this rose, wondering if this would be the one from Cameron. What color did he send?

Isadora had already received a rose, but not from Cameron yet. If he didn't send her one, things were officially weird between them. She'd have to talk about it with him, but how was she going to do that without seeming like she was upset he didn't send her a rose? When a girl approached her...

Isadora liked rose time, but this time she was stressed. She kept thinking about Cameron and what happened during the Yule ball. They'd done an alright job pretending it hadn't happened, but this was new territory. Had he sent her a rose? She had sent him one, but it was yellow. What if he had...

margo help!!