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- OOC First Name
- Abby
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- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Ash Wand, 14 1/4", Essence of Hair from the Tail of a Male Unicorn
- Age
- 1/2009 (44)
Isabella walked slowly up the tower to the Owlery, wrapping her Slytherin scarf around her neck. In her hand she held the letter that came from her mother a few days ago during breakfast. Bella had been angry about the letter so it had taken a while for her to think of what to reply. Once she reached the circular, windowpane-less room she opened the scroll of parchment to read it once more.
Isabella fumed again, unable to control her anger. She saw where her mother said she haid "sources." "So she's spying on me," Bella said out loud to no one but the owls.
And as always, her parents were constantly asking her to choose sides and as always, the fights were pointless and meaningless. She wondered what it would be this time, probably which one was better at their job or something like that. Maybe she was losing it already but it sounded like her mother was serious about this fight. Isabella sighed and decided she'd have to go home for the holidays after all.
Worst of all, Isabella was dying to talk to Pammy and her mother had only just mentioned that Pammy said hello, even though she'd probably asked her to write more. Isabella had to admit she felt bad for not writing to Pammy sooner and decided she would right now.
Dearest Isabella,
I hope you are doing well in school. I apologize for not having written sooner, things are just so busy at work, you know how it is darling. Your father sends his apologies as well.
First thing's first, we're very proud that you've been chosen into Slytherin like the rest of your family. I hope you've enjoyed your stay at Hogwarts New Zealand but if you don't, you know you can also go to my alma mater, Beauxbatons.
Or Durmstrang! You'd really like it Izz!
Please excuse your father's interruption. Also, I've heard that you've been quite the party-thrower at school---we have our sources Isabella. In any case, we're glad. Party hosting is a great way to network and get to where you want to be in the future.
To tell you the truth, I'm writing to you because your father and I are not on very good speaking terms at the moment. We had finally began to work out our marriage and were getting along great until he chose to confess something to me which I am very displeased about. That ruined any progress we had made. Oh Isabella, I wish you were home to hear this, because I know you'd choose my side. Since you've been gone there's been no one to agree with me when your father and I fight. I know you don't like being in the middle of it all, I apologize, but this time, I'm serious, this whole situation is serious! And unbelievable. I know you won't like it Isabella.
Anyway, your father has decided it is time for you to know this horrible happenstance as well, so we should be expecting you home for the holidays. I at least managed to convince him that it is best we wait until then.
Please do well in school and make us proud. Oh, Pamela says hello.
Love, your Mother,
Daphne Chaos
Isabella fumed again, unable to control her anger. She saw where her mother said she haid "sources." "So she's spying on me," Bella said out loud to no one but the owls.
And as always, her parents were constantly asking her to choose sides and as always, the fights were pointless and meaningless. She wondered what it would be this time, probably which one was better at their job or something like that. Maybe she was losing it already but it sounded like her mother was serious about this fight. Isabella sighed and decided she'd have to go home for the holidays after all.
Worst of all, Isabella was dying to talk to Pammy and her mother had only just mentioned that Pammy said hello, even though she'd probably asked her to write more. Isabella had to admit she felt bad for not writing to Pammy sooner and decided she would right now.