- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Abby
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Ash Wand, 14 1/4", Essence of Hair from the Tail of a Male Unicorn
- Age
- 1/2009 (44)
[Continued from/previous storyline: Unexpected Turn of Events]
Forget the fact that Isaac and Mike had gotten caught fighting (about her) in the middle of the entrance hall and that she had dried blood on her short, revealing black dress, Isabella stormed back into the Yule Hall in search of two people, knowing the one person she was looking for would be with the other. After she spotted Theo's white-blonde head in the crowd, she rushed over to them and looked right at Abbey's violet eyes, her ex-friend. Her hair was now falling out of its pin and looking very messy and in her hands was a letter with only a few words, those three words that would haunt her for the rest of her life, 'It's your mother' written in her father's shaky handwriting. She glared at Abbey, whom she hadn't spoken to in a month and held up the letter as she said, "There. Are you happy now? You got what you wanted!" Although she was holding the letter up, Isabella was shaking with fear, anger, anxiety, too much to describe, that Abbey couldn't read what the simple letter said.
Forget the fact that Isaac and Mike had gotten caught fighting (about her) in the middle of the entrance hall and that she had dried blood on her short, revealing black dress, Isabella stormed back into the Yule Hall in search of two people, knowing the one person she was looking for would be with the other. After she spotted Theo's white-blonde head in the crowd, she rushed over to them and looked right at Abbey's violet eyes, her ex-friend. Her hair was now falling out of its pin and looking very messy and in her hands was a letter with only a few words, those three words that would haunt her for the rest of her life, 'It's your mother' written in her father's shaky handwriting. She glared at Abbey, whom she hadn't spoken to in a month and held up the letter as she said, "There. Are you happy now? You got what you wanted!" Although she was holding the letter up, Isabella was shaking with fear, anger, anxiety, too much to describe, that Abbey couldn't read what the simple letter said.