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- Abby
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- 1/2009 (44)
Isabella had been so busy already at the beginning of the year she hadn't really had much time to stop and just relax. She was keeping on top of her studies because she was determined to get straight O's to prove that she should be Prefect next year, she was hard at work with the Hogwarts Monthly and her fashion designs for the Fashion Club that was now conjoined, which normally would've bothered her but now it didn't, and any free time she did have was spent with Thomas. Isabella didn't mind spending her free time with her boyfriend, especially since her friends seemed to be missing in action or something, she didn't know what was up with Alyssa avoiding her, but she felt that every once in a while she wanted to take some time to herself, go somewhere and just do nothing.
Wearing a new outfit that consisted of a brown blouse and pretty polka dotted skirt and some brown knee high boots Isabella left the confines of her dorm room for a change of scenery from the usual dungeons. The Slytherin girl really had no idea where she wanted to go right now, and let her feet carry her over to the cliffs. She didn't visit them often, truthfully the only 'outdoors' type thing she did was Quidditch, which seemed a bit funny when you thought of it, this prim and prissy diva girl getting dirty on the Quidditch field. She liked that about herself, the fact that people misjudged her goody-two-shoes polished look and underestimated her because of it, this way when she did fight back it usually came as a shock to them.
Isabella climbed her way up to the top of the cliffs and went to the edge, resting her hand on the railing provided so they didn't fall over. The Slytherin girl sighed softly to herself to clear her mind, though she couldn't help remembering that the last time she was her was at the beginning of her third year when she had become all 'rebellious' and met Mike up here. She almost wanted to laugh at how different everything was now. Back then when she first met Mike up here she didn't even know if he liked her at all, he certainly seemed to show that he didn't like her new rebellious look, but still, she had had her first kiss with Mike up here on these very cliffs, and it wasn't even a good first kiss. She had kissed him just to prove that she wasn't hung up on Aiden, and after that she walked away, half expecting Mike to stop her, and half knowing he wouldn't, and he hadn't. The memory of rejection hung high in the air around the cliffs and Isabella was tempted to turn around and walk away, but stopped herself before doing it. It didn't matter if Mike had rejected her then, she had ended up with him anyway, and even that did matter anymore either because she was now happily with Thomas. Isabella ran a hand through her long brown hair that was done in loose waves adorned with a pink satin headband of course and continued to look out at the scenery.
Wearing a new outfit that consisted of a brown blouse and pretty polka dotted skirt and some brown knee high boots Isabella left the confines of her dorm room for a change of scenery from the usual dungeons. The Slytherin girl really had no idea where she wanted to go right now, and let her feet carry her over to the cliffs. She didn't visit them often, truthfully the only 'outdoors' type thing she did was Quidditch, which seemed a bit funny when you thought of it, this prim and prissy diva girl getting dirty on the Quidditch field. She liked that about herself, the fact that people misjudged her goody-two-shoes polished look and underestimated her because of it, this way when she did fight back it usually came as a shock to them.
Isabella climbed her way up to the top of the cliffs and went to the edge, resting her hand on the railing provided so they didn't fall over. The Slytherin girl sighed softly to herself to clear her mind, though she couldn't help remembering that the last time she was her was at the beginning of her third year when she had become all 'rebellious' and met Mike up here. She almost wanted to laugh at how different everything was now. Back then when she first met Mike up here she didn't even know if he liked her at all, he certainly seemed to show that he didn't like her new rebellious look, but still, she had had her first kiss with Mike up here on these very cliffs, and it wasn't even a good first kiss. She had kissed him just to prove that she wasn't hung up on Aiden, and after that she walked away, half expecting Mike to stop her, and half knowing he wouldn't, and he hadn't. The memory of rejection hung high in the air around the cliffs and Isabella was tempted to turn around and walk away, but stopped herself before doing it. It didn't matter if Mike had rejected her then, she had ended up with him anyway, and even that did matter anymore either because she was now happily with Thomas. Isabella ran a hand through her long brown hair that was done in loose waves adorned with a pink satin headband of course and continued to look out at the scenery.