- Messages
- 998
- OOC First Name
- Ghost
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Misha Haden
- Wand
- Birch Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Dragonstone
- Age
- 9/2013
Isabella wanted nothing more but to just read in the gardens and write some poetry. However, due to her studies, she had resisted this all, and now it was giving her hell trying to come out. Suppressing desires can result in injury it seemed. It was nothing more than mere torture to Isabella. After the exams and the fact that she had Oed her exams, it was time to just sit back and wait for the new semester. Rather than staying at home for the holidays, she had chosen to stay at the school to be away from her family, her father mostly. Her father, just the thought of her father made her so angry, yet she simply suppressed it. Doing so could result in other situations later, that could prove in physical violence, but when it came down to violence, Isabella knew nothing about fighting. In fact, she was sure that more than half the school could easily bully her and shove her into a locker if they had any. However, Isabella would learn to stand up to herself eventually.
She had not an evil bone in her body, so she thought. Isabella had the potential, but she was too young right now to think about it. She sat Indian style on her bed right now, thinking and meditating a habit that she had recently picked up during her time at Hogwarts. She decided that she really needed to get out of the room and head outside for some fresh air. She would be damned if someone or something would stop her from going outside and writing to her hearts content. She would not allow her father to sneak and ninja her mind with depressing thoughts today. Isabella had a goal today. She smiled softly, put in her blue contacts to hide her magenta eyes, and wore a casual white tee shirt and blue jeans with sneakers. She was ready to tackle the lawns!
She retrieved her messenger bag to hold everything like notebooks, bottles of ink, quills and anything else that she needed to write and work with, including a rather intense and sad novel. Thusly, she exited the Slytherin House and she arrived at the entrance of the school, and then the sun bathed her pale skin and her blond hair. Her eyes scanned the area to find a suitable place of rest for the Slytherin girl. She silently crossed the lawn, her sneakers stepping on the clean cut grass as she traveled over toward the gardens. It seemed like a peaceful place as she made her way toward the flowers. The scent was enough to relax her already! She adored it! Isabella soon came across a bench near some lavenders and she sat down. With a few moments, she had out her notebook, quill almost dripping with ink, as her creative mind flew from the brain to the quill and ending on the paper. The reasons why she had suppressed this creative ideas were unknown, even to herself. Though the ideas of studying early flooded her mind. She could make higher than one hundred percents if she started early
She had not an evil bone in her body, so she thought. Isabella had the potential, but she was too young right now to think about it. She sat Indian style on her bed right now, thinking and meditating a habit that she had recently picked up during her time at Hogwarts. She decided that she really needed to get out of the room and head outside for some fresh air. She would be damned if someone or something would stop her from going outside and writing to her hearts content. She would not allow her father to sneak and ninja her mind with depressing thoughts today. Isabella had a goal today. She smiled softly, put in her blue contacts to hide her magenta eyes, and wore a casual white tee shirt and blue jeans with sneakers. She was ready to tackle the lawns!
She retrieved her messenger bag to hold everything like notebooks, bottles of ink, quills and anything else that she needed to write and work with, including a rather intense and sad novel. Thusly, she exited the Slytherin House and she arrived at the entrance of the school, and then the sun bathed her pale skin and her blond hair. Her eyes scanned the area to find a suitable place of rest for the Slytherin girl. She silently crossed the lawn, her sneakers stepping on the clean cut grass as she traveled over toward the gardens. It seemed like a peaceful place as she made her way toward the flowers. The scent was enough to relax her already! She adored it! Isabella soon came across a bench near some lavenders and she sat down. With a few moments, she had out her notebook, quill almost dripping with ink, as her creative mind flew from the brain to the quill and ending on the paper. The reasons why she had suppressed this creative ideas were unknown, even to herself. Though the ideas of studying early flooded her mind. She could make higher than one hundred percents if she started early