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- Misha Haden
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- Birch Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Dragonstone
- Age
- 9/2013
Isabella Romanes was a little more than a little angry at this certain Ravenclaw boy for messing with her little brother Isaia. The Slytherin of course went straight to her twin sister to inform her what was going on. Isabella had a day off from classes today, and she was loving the outdoors, wearing an outfit fit for this type of weather when one was used to harsher climates. Isabella felt the waves of the sun wash over her pale body, absorbing the goodness that the sun provided for her skin. She needed to get a tan, and thought that this would be one of the best ways to do it. Her magenta eyes were scanning the grounds for a certain boy in his second year however. Her and her sister were tipped that he would be around here. She was angry that Isaia had a bully on his tail all the time, but she had hoped that this would teach him a lesson to finally grow up and fend for himself. His sisters would not be around for too long because they would not always stick up for him. Well, Isabella would not but she could not speak for her elder twin. The cries of other first years having fun could be heard for what seemed like miles around. Her eyes went from person to person, scanning and looking. She put her bag on the ground and she gripped her wand in her hand. She turned to Ostensia and she uttered quietly in Italian, "Think that this would prove to Isaia that everyone needed to be taught a lesson? I won't do this again." Isabella was willing to go to extreme lengths as to jinxing or hexing the boy into oblivion.
Isaia was a Romanes, and he could very well fight for himself if he wanted to, but why did he not want to? Was he a pacifist? Isabella was not, but she would not harm another unless she was provoked. Which she thought that this was provoking enough. No one messed with her little brother, and the same treatment went for her big sister. If need be, the Slytherin serpent would pound someone into the dust, though it would be a one time thing for Isaia. It would be ongoing for Ostensia because she was a little soft, and she was a Hufflepuff. Maybe there was a vicious side to her in there somewhere. Now, her magenta eyes caught the figure, taller than a first year, but he matched the description of what Isaia had said. Isabella used her elbow to gently nudge her twin and she pointed with her white fingernail to the boy that was crossing the lawns, not even knowing. She gave her sister a look motioning her to him, and knew that this was the one...the one that they were going to jump and make sure that he never bullied little Isaia Vitale Romanes again.
Isaia was a Romanes, and he could very well fight for himself if he wanted to, but why did he not want to? Was he a pacifist? Isabella was not, but she would not harm another unless she was provoked. Which she thought that this was provoking enough. No one messed with her little brother, and the same treatment went for her big sister. If need be, the Slytherin serpent would pound someone into the dust, though it would be a one time thing for Isaia. It would be ongoing for Ostensia because she was a little soft, and she was a Hufflepuff. Maybe there was a vicious side to her in there somewhere. Now, her magenta eyes caught the figure, taller than a first year, but he matched the description of what Isaia had said. Isabella used her elbow to gently nudge her twin and she pointed with her white fingernail to the boy that was crossing the lawns, not even knowing. She gave her sister a look motioning her to him, and knew that this was the one...the one that they were going to jump and make sure that he never bullied little Isaia Vitale Romanes again.