- Messages
- 655
- OOC First Name
- Linda
- Wand
- Padua - Aoaman Wood wand with essence of Griffin feather 10 3/4 inch
Isabella sat on the cold marble bench that stood inbetween the suits of armour at the top of the fourth floor flight of stairs. Her legs crossed at the ankles, she sat up rigidly straight as if a string were pulling her from the very center of herself upwards. Poised and beautiful she sat, almost like a statue herself. Deep in thought she methodically rubbed the locket that now was a permanent fixture around her neck. It had been a Valentines gift from James, charmed with his voice that told her how much he loved and missed her every time she opened it. She sighed as she sat there with a dreamy expression on her almost angelic features, she was in love with a wonderful guy and she didn't care who knew.