Isobel Hills
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- Black Walnut/ Maple Wand 12 3/4 Essence of Silver Thistle
Isobel strolled down to the quidditch pitch, she was in a bad mood and it didn't help that she had slept badly the night before. However, being a morning girl, she had woken up and decided to come down to the quidditch pitch to do some running. As she arrived, she noticed with pleasure that she was the only one there. Pulling her sports bag off her shoulder, she rolled up the arms of her hoodie and started to run.
When she had done a lap of the pitch, she arrived back at the benches and took a swig of her water bottle before taking her hoodie off and tying it around her waist. Stretching her arms and legs, she tried to reason the argument that she had had with Alice. Alice had turned out to be right, like always. Isobel had felt humiliated and ashamed that she had been beaten in an argument between her cousin. Normally, she would have just hit her, but there had been other people wandering around the corridors at the same time and Isobel knew that she would come out of the whole problem worst off. Sighing, she wiggled her toes in her trainers, to warm them up and set off for another lap.
Ever since she had arrived at HNZ, she had made sure that she did enough running to keep up her sportiness for when she went home in the holidays. She played for the netball and hockey team in her home town and was the captain of both. She loved sport because it made her feel free. Her dad had agreed to let her come home in the holidays so that she could play the away games. Her friends thought that she had gone to a special sports college in New Zealand and she had to keep up this charade. Of course, they had no idea that she was really learning magic. Smirking at the idea of them finding out that she was better than them, she continued running.
When she was half way around the pitch, she stopped to stretch again. As she glanced around, she noticed a figure walking towards her bench. They looked too young to be a professor, so Isobel cut across the pitch, sprinting her way back to her bench. Drawing closer, she noticed that the girl wasn't in her year and she didn't remember her from the Slytherin table. Guessing that she wasn't in Slytherin, Isobel slowed down and started walking now, so she could gain her breath back before reaching the new visitor.
When she had done a lap of the pitch, she arrived back at the benches and took a swig of her water bottle before taking her hoodie off and tying it around her waist. Stretching her arms and legs, she tried to reason the argument that she had had with Alice. Alice had turned out to be right, like always. Isobel had felt humiliated and ashamed that she had been beaten in an argument between her cousin. Normally, she would have just hit her, but there had been other people wandering around the corridors at the same time and Isobel knew that she would come out of the whole problem worst off. Sighing, she wiggled her toes in her trainers, to warm them up and set off for another lap.
Ever since she had arrived at HNZ, she had made sure that she did enough running to keep up her sportiness for when she went home in the holidays. She played for the netball and hockey team in her home town and was the captain of both. She loved sport because it made her feel free. Her dad had agreed to let her come home in the holidays so that she could play the away games. Her friends thought that she had gone to a special sports college in New Zealand and she had to keep up this charade. Of course, they had no idea that she was really learning magic. Smirking at the idea of them finding out that she was better than them, she continued running.
When she was half way around the pitch, she stopped to stretch again. As she glanced around, she noticed a figure walking towards her bench. They looked too young to be a professor, so Isobel cut across the pitch, sprinting her way back to her bench. Drawing closer, she noticed that the girl wasn't in her year and she didn't remember her from the Slytherin table. Guessing that she wasn't in Slytherin, Isobel slowed down and started walking now, so she could gain her breath back before reaching the new visitor.