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- Misha Haden
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- Birch Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Dragonstone
- Age
- 9/2013
Dusk was approaching, and the Romanes twins had arrived at their home. Their parents waited for them, as well as their hyper little brother. Isabella looked at her father, and she winced slightly when he stared right back into her eyes, which were not hidden by blue contacts she wore when she was at school. She glanced over at Ostensia, and she uttered, I am going to put my things away. Isabella walked through her home, her suitcase dragging behind her as she bowed her head as she walked up the stairs. Things were not going smoothly for the young Slytherin. She was now entering her second year, and she seemed a little older and different from before. She had wanted to go to Beauxbatons, still wanted to in a way, but things were impossible now. Isabella and Ostensia were doomed to return to Hogwarts, which she had come to think that it was not all that bad. Even so, Isabella still yearned for that Beauxbatons air and the ice sulptures that were used as decorations all around their Great Hall.
Upon going to bed that night, Isabella tossed and turned, and dreamed of the most horrible things. Her father was yelling at her, emotionally beating her down, saying that she was nothing more than a waste in the family. She was nothing. Isabella feared this, most of all, even though this did not really happen to her. He just put upon her a lot of expectations, and she imagined things a little too far. However, he did yell at her the most, and often felt his anger more up front than anyone else. Isabella would not confirm to their nice manners and all, she wanted more than that. She just did not know how to explain it to anyone. Isabella woke up, her scream echoing in the room, cold sweat over her brow. She breathed heavily, and did not know what else to do. She could barely sleep. She could barely dream and all without someone hounding on her. It was something that she just could not live with. Isabella curled up in her purple covers, and she brought her knees to chest. Tears moistened her eyes, and she didn't know what else to attempt to think about, because her nightmares just kept coming back.
Upon going to bed that night, Isabella tossed and turned, and dreamed of the most horrible things. Her father was yelling at her, emotionally beating her down, saying that she was nothing more than a waste in the family. She was nothing. Isabella feared this, most of all, even though this did not really happen to her. He just put upon her a lot of expectations, and she imagined things a little too far. However, he did yell at her the most, and often felt his anger more up front than anyone else. Isabella would not confirm to their nice manners and all, she wanted more than that. She just did not know how to explain it to anyone. Isabella woke up, her scream echoing in the room, cold sweat over her brow. She breathed heavily, and did not know what else to do. She could barely sleep. She could barely dream and all without someone hounding on her. It was something that she just could not live with. Isabella curled up in her purple covers, and she brought her knees to chest. Tears moistened her eyes, and she didn't know what else to attempt to think about, because her nightmares just kept coming back.