Isabella Pisces
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- Messages
- 622
- Wand
- Black Walnut/ Maple Wand 12 3/4 Essence of Silver Thistle
- Age
- 3/2018
- Out of Character:
- This RP is set to take place in late March of 2035, when Brightstone is open for students.
Isabella was far from being able to say that she knew what she was doing when it comes to dating, and Sergios knew this. From the moment they had declared one another boyfriend and girlfriend, Isabella had made it clear that she had no idea what she was doing. Hell, she had a hard enough time attempting to be nice to everyone, let alone make enough room in her emotional bubble for someone who wanted to be around her all of the time. After awhile of Sergios bringing up the idea of them going on an actual date, Isabella finally decided that she was going to make him come with her to Brightstone. It was as close to a date as they were going to get during the school year. Having lunch together and going window shopping didn't sound too bad. Sergios usually made their time together bearable with his unusual antics. He was a bit goofy, and while that sort of thing usually drove Isabella up a wall, she found it quite cute when it concerned Sergios. So long as his antics didn't get her into trouble, which it often did whenever Professor Styx was around. He really disliked the pair, and it would seem as if he had every intention of punishing them every time they wandered into his path, which was quite often these days. Isabella almost felt bad for him. But he'd be getting rid of them both by the end of this year, so he could get over it.
"You're staring again." Isabella stated as she finished taking a drink of her milkshake, her cheeks becoming pink as she did so. Isabella had yet to become accustomed to the way Sergios looked at her. As if she were some sort of beautiful scenery or something. It always made her stomach feel weird and her cheeks turn red. Isabella averted her eyes back down onto the table, in hopes that when she lifted her gaze again, he would be looking elsewhere. Anything to get those freaking butterflies to take a damn break. Isabella wasn't the most affectionate of girlfriends yet either, but she was slowing beginning to open up more. it didn't seem like Sergios minded this too much either. "Are you enjoying your food?" Isabella had forgotten what he had ordered, but she felt like she should spike up some type of a conversation so it didn't get awkward. Despite them being boyfriend and girlfriend, Isabella wasn't the best at starting conversations that weren't completely awkward or on the rude side. The brunette popped a crispy french fry into her mouth and brought her blue eyes up to stare at Sergios briefly. Hopefully he had been actually eating some food, and not just watching her. Maybe he wanted some of her fries? Isabella had half a mind to ask if he wanted some, but in the end she decided that they were all hers, and if he wanted some so badly, he had better order some of his own.
"You're staring again." Isabella stated as she finished taking a drink of her milkshake, her cheeks becoming pink as she did so. Isabella had yet to become accustomed to the way Sergios looked at her. As if she were some sort of beautiful scenery or something. It always made her stomach feel weird and her cheeks turn red. Isabella averted her eyes back down onto the table, in hopes that when she lifted her gaze again, he would be looking elsewhere. Anything to get those freaking butterflies to take a damn break. Isabella wasn't the most affectionate of girlfriends yet either, but she was slowing beginning to open up more. it didn't seem like Sergios minded this too much either. "Are you enjoying your food?" Isabella had forgotten what he had ordered, but she felt like she should spike up some type of a conversation so it didn't get awkward. Despite them being boyfriend and girlfriend, Isabella wasn't the best at starting conversations that weren't completely awkward or on the rude side. The brunette popped a crispy french fry into her mouth and brought her blue eyes up to stare at Sergios briefly. Hopefully he had been actually eating some food, and not just watching her. Maybe he wanted some of her fries? Isabella had half a mind to ask if he wanted some, but in the end she decided that they were all hers, and if he wanted some so badly, he had better order some of his own.