Isaiah couldn't possibly describe how excited he was about the fact that he'd be going to hogwarts. His dad had attended the school, his uncles had, two of his cousins were already there and now it would finally, finally be his turn to go and boy, was he ready to go. In the time leading up to the schoolyear he'd often ask his dads if they'd take him to visit brightstone or if they'd let him visit on his own. The latter was rare, but happened every now and then after he'd convinced both of them he was responsible enough to go on his own. Obviously he knew he wasn't as responsible as he'd like to have them think and he was sure they weren't buying a word he said but they trusted him enough to let him visit the park on his own at least. After his pa had dropped him off Isaiah hopped on his skateboard and rolled on. The boy liked to call the thing his trusted board, when in reality the skateboard was so old that there was very little left to trust about it. So far things had almost always gone well though, aside from the few scrapes and bruises he'd collect when one of the wheels would falter for a second and he'd end up on the ground. As long as he didn't get seriously hurt he saw no reason to get rid of the board. Having just been dropped off at the park Isaiah was still full of energy and tried to push himself forward as fast as he could. Ofcourse he did that at the exact time his unlucky wheel faltered again, causing him to lose his feeting on the board and stumble forward right as someone else crossed his path. "Ho- Sh- Watch out!" He exclaimed as he clashed into the other person, grabbing their arms in a lucky attempt to keep them both with their feet on the ground. "Man, that was not supposed to happen." He said, shaking his head a little as he looked to where his board had come to a stop, before realizing he was still holding onto the girl's arms. "Oh! Right, sorry." He apologized sheepishly as he quickly let go of them.
