Post by Isabella on Jan 31, 2005 4:26:53 GMT
Isabella sat in the foot of the couch in the Slyhterin common room. A note book lay on her lap and her knees up to her stomach. The seven-teen year old looked into the fire and watched it crackle. It seemed to sooth her a bit to continue on in her writing. Pushing back her delegate blonde hair she dipped her quill into its ink tray and began writing. The only sounds she could hear were from the fire and the scratching on her paper. This made Isabella smile and feel nice inside. Lately her mind had been too cluttered with her family and didn’t seem to think to herself once. It was always about Page or how her mother was disgusted with her not being mean to people below her. Dipping her quill frearcly into its tray she continued her write. It always mad Isabella mad to think of her mother. She would always scream at her and tell her that she was a worthless child. At times Isabella would ignore this but sometimes it really got to her.
Setting aside her note book she pulled her knees closer to her and rested her head on the tops of her knees. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes. She could see a wonderful garden full of flowers of all kinds. A small fountain was set up at the dead center and was flowing out wonderful sparkling water. It was Isabella dream place. It was a place she could escape to where her thoughts couldn’t get to her and her soul was free. Feeling better about herself she stood up from the ground and stretched her arms into the air. Yawning she turned towards one of the grand father clocks and read the time. It was a little late in the afternoon but not too late but just enough time to go to Hogsmeade. Pulling on her long black jacket she zipped it up and pulled on her white fuzzy gloves and she was off.
Walking down the long corridors of the castle she felt her shoulder bag bump against her legs. Smiling she snuggled more into her jacket and shivered. The castle was a little cold at times and Isabella hated that. She was a summer person and preferred the heat to the cold. Pushing back some of her blonde hair over her jacket she walked out into the crisp cold air. Closing her eyes as a gentle breeze came her way she let her hair fly in the wind. A smile lay on her face as she walked down the still snow covered path. Her feet crunched in the remaining snow under her and she felt peaceful with herself. Ignoring the cold she finally reached the small village of Hogsmeade.
The streets seemed to be a little quiet and little children ran down while playing tag. The site made Isabella smile as she continued on. Passing many people who greeted her she would dip her head in greeting and continue one. Once upon reaching The Three Broomsticks she opened the door and felt a blast of warm air hit her. Taking a deep breath she sat down at a table by the fire and hand her jacket on the chair behind her. Taking out a book she placed it in front of her and crossed her legs. It was a habit for Isabella to cross her legs but she didn’t really care. Opening the book up she began to read. Leaning more back in her chair she read the book and her face lit up with light as she turned the page.
Setting aside her note book she pulled her knees closer to her and rested her head on the tops of her knees. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes. She could see a wonderful garden full of flowers of all kinds. A small fountain was set up at the dead center and was flowing out wonderful sparkling water. It was Isabella dream place. It was a place she could escape to where her thoughts couldn’t get to her and her soul was free. Feeling better about herself she stood up from the ground and stretched her arms into the air. Yawning she turned towards one of the grand father clocks and read the time. It was a little late in the afternoon but not too late but just enough time to go to Hogsmeade. Pulling on her long black jacket she zipped it up and pulled on her white fuzzy gloves and she was off.
Walking down the long corridors of the castle she felt her shoulder bag bump against her legs. Smiling she snuggled more into her jacket and shivered. The castle was a little cold at times and Isabella hated that. She was a summer person and preferred the heat to the cold. Pushing back some of her blonde hair over her jacket she walked out into the crisp cold air. Closing her eyes as a gentle breeze came her way she let her hair fly in the wind. A smile lay on her face as she walked down the still snow covered path. Her feet crunched in the remaining snow under her and she felt peaceful with herself. Ignoring the cold she finally reached the small village of Hogsmeade.
The streets seemed to be a little quiet and little children ran down while playing tag. The site made Isabella smile as she continued on. Passing many people who greeted her she would dip her head in greeting and continue one. Once upon reaching The Three Broomsticks she opened the door and felt a blast of warm air hit her. Taking a deep breath she sat down at a table by the fire and hand her jacket on the chair behind her. Taking out a book she placed it in front of her and crossed her legs. It was a habit for Isabella to cross her legs but she didn’t really care. Opening the book up she began to read. Leaning more back in her chair she read the book and her face lit up with light as she turned the page.
