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- 1/2009 (44)
Isabella had just come out of the play that the Prefects put on, so she was still wearing her black sequined dress with her fancy accessories. She had wanted to go over and congratulate Mike for doing a great job on the play, as well as the rest of the Prefects, however she refrained from doing so. After the confrontation between Aiden and Mike in the seventh floor, she didn't know how Mike was feeling.
Isabella felt restless, she didn't want to head back to her dorm room just yet, so she allowed her black shiny shoes to lead her away, anywhere; she wanted a place to think, to get away from all the chatter that was buzzing around the entrance hall after they had all exited the play. Before she knew it, the only sound Bella heard was the small click of her shoes against marble floor, and finally, stone steps as she headed up towards the North tower.
Once she was there, the cool night air whipped around her, causing her to draw her arms close to her to keep herself warm. A pang of heartache overcame the small Slytherin girl as she went over to the edge of the tower, overlooking the castle grounds. The few times she had been here had all been with Aiden. She remembered their argument last year after the huge fight with Henri; that was the first time she had realized she liked him all along. Then, with her heart aching more, she remembered their break-up on Halloween night, right here. She had stupidly told him she loved him, and after he didn't reciprocate it (why would he, she hadn't meant it either), she got mad and threw his sweater that she had been wearing on the ground. For a while she had begun having nightmares after she stopped sleeping with that sweater, but they were finally able to subside again.
Isabella couldn't help but get teary-eyed at the recollection of these memories. She had to admit she still had strong feelings for Aiden, but nothing had progressed since they had returned to the castle from Christmas break, which is when she had been expecting them to get back together. She scoffed silently and rolled her eyes, partly to stop herself from allowing tears to spill, and bitterly thought "I shouldn't expect anything from that boy anymore." She was foolish to think so.
Isabella looked down at her white satin gloved hands as she traced the arbitrary cracks on the stone of the tower and remembered Mike onstage. A smile came upon her previously sad face, as she remembered the way he looked while onstage, with such confidence that she had never seen in him before. She hadn't been able to admit it to herself since she was so wrapped up in Aiden, but she had been developing feelings for the older Gryffindor, and tonight had been the turning point for her. Her mind buzzed erratically with different memories and emotions as if telling her "Make up your mind!" and the Slytherin girl sighed loudly in response.
Isabella felt restless, she didn't want to head back to her dorm room just yet, so she allowed her black shiny shoes to lead her away, anywhere; she wanted a place to think, to get away from all the chatter that was buzzing around the entrance hall after they had all exited the play. Before she knew it, the only sound Bella heard was the small click of her shoes against marble floor, and finally, stone steps as she headed up towards the North tower.
Once she was there, the cool night air whipped around her, causing her to draw her arms close to her to keep herself warm. A pang of heartache overcame the small Slytherin girl as she went over to the edge of the tower, overlooking the castle grounds. The few times she had been here had all been with Aiden. She remembered their argument last year after the huge fight with Henri; that was the first time she had realized she liked him all along. Then, with her heart aching more, she remembered their break-up on Halloween night, right here. She had stupidly told him she loved him, and after he didn't reciprocate it (why would he, she hadn't meant it either), she got mad and threw his sweater that she had been wearing on the ground. For a while she had begun having nightmares after she stopped sleeping with that sweater, but they were finally able to subside again.
Isabella couldn't help but get teary-eyed at the recollection of these memories. She had to admit she still had strong feelings for Aiden, but nothing had progressed since they had returned to the castle from Christmas break, which is when she had been expecting them to get back together. She scoffed silently and rolled her eyes, partly to stop herself from allowing tears to spill, and bitterly thought "I shouldn't expect anything from that boy anymore." She was foolish to think so.
Isabella looked down at her white satin gloved hands as she traced the arbitrary cracks on the stone of the tower and remembered Mike onstage. A smile came upon her previously sad face, as she remembered the way he looked while onstage, with such confidence that she had never seen in him before. She hadn't been able to admit it to herself since she was so wrapped up in Aiden, but she had been developing feelings for the older Gryffindor, and tonight had been the turning point for her. Her mind buzzed erratically with different memories and emotions as if telling her "Make up your mind!" and the Slytherin girl sighed loudly in response.