- Messages
- 622
- Wand
- Black Walnut/ Maple Wand 12 3/4 Essence of Silver Thistle
- Age
- 3/2018
A loud frustrated scream sounded the dungeons as Isabella Pisces hurled one of her textbooks with impressive force. It landed a couple of feet away from her half open and bent. Never before had the young Slytherin been this frustrated with something! She had been working and working on this spell for the past couple of hours and there was still no progress to be seen. Most people wouldnt guess by judging Isabella from her behavior, but she was a very strong perfectionist. Due to the way she treated people, friendship and love werent really her forte for getting what she wanted. If she wounded up being a dictator, she wouldnt rule with love. No, Isabella would rule with an iron fist. So to make sure she could stand her own ground, and keep a good control on her magical abilities, Isabella practiced whenever possible. Whenever she couldnt seem to get something done the way she wanted it to be done, Isabella got frustrated, which wasnt a very good thing. When Isabella got frustrated, she had a tendency to get really mad and do things she often didnt intend to. Getting upset with people she barely had a problem with was one of them most common problems she knew she needed to control at one point or another. . "Then again, I wouldnt get mad like this if I could just get these spells down without all of this trouble." Isabella kicked her book to the side and tried to use the spell again. When nothing happened once more Isabella growled under her breath. It kind of stunk that she couldnt practice magic outside of school. Isabella could only imagine all that she would accomplish if she would work on them at home as well as in school. But, it wasnt allowed so Isabella figured she would just have to deal with it.
Isabella was about to go and give it another shot. But she was interrupted by someone else entering the area of the dungeons she was already in. Most of the time she would just tell the person to scram and let her get back to work, but this certain someone and Isabella had somewhat of a history. At least they had enough of one to make stop what she was doing to communicate with him. "Romanes." Isabella hissed as her blue eyes narrowed in disgust. He was the last person she wanted to see down here when she was in a mood like this. There was just something about this boy that she really disliked. Maybe it was his hair, or his stupid little smile. Whatever it was, it made Isabella want to smack him every time he came around her. Isabella vowed that she would make his life a living hell for that too, and to think that it all started with him being a brat and hitting her with a soccer ball. If he had never done that, chances were that Isabella never even would have known his name. Isabella heard a rumor about him through the grapevine over him being in an arranged marriage. Of course, she had no idea if it was true or not. Just something she thought she heard people mentioning. Or maybe it was the rumor has it magazine? Isabella couldnt remember. Would he even tell her if she asked? It seemed unlikely, but Isabella knew that everyone had his or her dirty little secret. Even she did. "Get lost loser!" Isabella called out to Sergios as she went over to reclaim her book. She was too tired and frustrated for this kind of stuff. She somewhat doubted that he really cared, but that was his own problem. If he wanted to poke the bear and get her upset, it couldnt really be held against her if she decided to knock him upside the head now was it?
Isabella was about to go and give it another shot. But she was interrupted by someone else entering the area of the dungeons she was already in. Most of the time she would just tell the person to scram and let her get back to work, but this certain someone and Isabella had somewhat of a history. At least they had enough of one to make stop what she was doing to communicate with him. "Romanes." Isabella hissed as her blue eyes narrowed in disgust. He was the last person she wanted to see down here when she was in a mood like this. There was just something about this boy that she really disliked. Maybe it was his hair, or his stupid little smile. Whatever it was, it made Isabella want to smack him every time he came around her. Isabella vowed that she would make his life a living hell for that too, and to think that it all started with him being a brat and hitting her with a soccer ball. If he had never done that, chances were that Isabella never even would have known his name. Isabella heard a rumor about him through the grapevine over him being in an arranged marriage. Of course, she had no idea if it was true or not. Just something she thought she heard people mentioning. Or maybe it was the rumor has it magazine? Isabella couldnt remember. Would he even tell her if she asked? It seemed unlikely, but Isabella knew that everyone had his or her dirty little secret. Even she did. "Get lost loser!" Isabella called out to Sergios as she went over to reclaim her book. She was too tired and frustrated for this kind of stuff. She somewhat doubted that he really cared, but that was his own problem. If he wanted to poke the bear and get her upset, it couldnt really be held against her if she decided to knock him upside the head now was it?