What Was To Happen?((Isabelle))

[Timothy Bancroft S3]

Timothy walked into the student lounge, he thought that if he got away and didn't think about anything, and just relaxed that maybe he wouldn't be so stressed. Timothy was always stressed at this time of the year . He always thought of how his mother was beening hurt by his father. Timothy's father was the worst person on the planet, so thought Timothy. No one else, back home understood his father or Timothy for thta madder. It was all about judgeing each other and trying to be the best. Timothy knew that it felt good when you were the best, but hated the fact that other people around him had the guts to judge him. No one knew that Timothy was bright, he knew a lot of stuff. Timothy was always a good student, he just tried not to show it for the fact he was a Slytherin. Timothy didn't even want to be a Slytheirn, he wanted to be a Gryffindor. The feeling of power that came with being a Slytherin was great but he hated it when peole ran away from him, that was what caused Timothy to strike back. Timothy hated to be denied. It was the worst feeling ever. Timothy found a empty spot on the couch and sat. He looked as if he was waiting for someone to come by and start talking to him, but that was why he had gotten away from everyone else. He wanted to be alone. Timothy wasn't sure if he wanted to be alone or if he wanted some one to just listen and talk to him.

Timothy started to figet with his hands, and his foot. Timothy always did this when he was nervous, but he had no reason to be nervous. Timothy had gotten away from people so why was he nervous. It was his mother, again. He couldn't help but think that by him being here at Hogwarts, he was letting his mother down and not protecting her. Timothy lost his real mother, he didn't want to go through that again. Just because Maehgan wasn't his real mother didn't mean he felt he had to protect her. The reason he wanted to protect her was because he didn't want to lose his mother like he lost his real mother. This all became too confusing to him. Timothy then thought of his father, he could help but laugh. Timothy knew that if his father came close to his mother that he would be arrested. This laughed at this because he hated his father more then anything. Even though he hated this father, he felt bad for wanting him dead.

Timothy wasn't sure what to do, there were so much stuff going on in his life right now that he wasn't sure what he should do. Go crazy or just ignore it. Timothy was worried about Pagan the girl he had liked but wasn't sure what it ment when she reacted the way she did, and his father has been cheating on his mother for his whole life, also he is failing potions class. Potions was his worst class, he hated! He loved spells. Timothy wasn't sure why he was failing his Potions class, maybe it was because every time he made a Potion something went wrong, horribly wrong. Timothy got up from where he was sitting and started to walk from one side of the lounge to the other side, while thinking. This time he wasn't thinking about his worries, he was thinking about his place in the world. This being very odd for him to be thinking about it, he was starting to scare himself. Although he had a lot of things going on in his life he was thinking about whether or not it would be better if he wasn't here. Timothy wasn't really thinking about death but about leaving and moving to Germany. Timothy always wanted to Germany, although he was originally from Italy, he thought it would be a good experience for him to discover new places. Timothy's parents tried to keep him in the house longer then he wanted to. When they found out about Hogwarts they were excited, unusually Timothy was doubting them. They had knew about his ablilities and his mother/ father. H ejust never thought they would accept him.

Timothy looked at the spot on the couch as if it was speaking to him Timothy sit back down! You know you want to Timothy knew that the couch was not in deed talking to him but he was tired, tired of all this messed up stuff that he couldn't understand. Timothy slowley walking back to the couch, tripped it was the first time he had tripped. He always watched where he was walking and this time he did as always watch where he was walking. Something was wrong. Very wrong indeed. Timothy got up quickly and looked where he had just tripped and saw a book on the floor. This was odd because Timothy did not see that there a minute ago. Timothy picked up the book and looked to see what it was called " Blank? That's impossible!" Timothy saw no title inside or out of the book. Infact it was empty. Timothy thought it was a journal and put it on the small table beside him. Timothy then thought that he could have bumped it and that it would have fallen at that time.Timothy contenuied his journey to the couch and plopped back down. " I'm losing my mind, really i finally am losing my mind!" Timothy wasn't sure what he ment by this but he knew that it might have been true, he could be losing his mind all at once.

[Isabelle Leynette R3]

It was surreal. It was the first time for Belle to be staying at Hogwarts for holidays, and felt strange. She would wake up some mornings expecting to find her mother waiting for her downstairs, but she would open her eyes and realize she was in her dorm, not her house. Times like these she would let out a sigh of relief. Not seeing her mother was the only reason she was staying, after all she loved seeing her grandparents, and Mathew, she hadn’t seen her baby brother in ages. She missed them, but not seeing them was much better than having to fight every moment. Oh not to mention her father would be down soon as well. Most teenagers weren’t into awkward dinners that were full of silences and held the air of secrets. She wasn’t one to reveal anything to them, but she was the child, they were supposed to be honest with her. Weren’t they? Her mother of said too much to began with, she knew it was no use lying, so what were they hiding? Have they finally decided to get a divorce and end things? That was best case scenario, she didn’t even know if her parents still loved each other. That was pathetic.

Today was one of the good days for her. She woke up and felt happy. She actually contemplated on what to wear instead of just throwing on jeans and another shirt. Today she put on dark jeans and a white sweater. The good mood was getting stronger so she even bewitched her hair to curl, causing her brunette hair to look even better than it normally did. She looked around the room until she found the large ring that was shaped like a rose, and then she added a necklace. She looked into the mirror and approved she looked nice. There was no particular reason she was getting dressed, except so she could turn a few heads. It wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t the best way to spend the day, but it often satisfied. And today all she wanted was to stay happy. Ad if that was too much to as for. Wasn’t happiness supposed to be free? That’s what she always was told. Taking one more moment her mind was made up and she excited the over clean dorm room and started taking her normal route to the lounge.

It was practically empty but what did she expect? It was the winter holidays, most everyone where at home with their families. There were a few, but she didn’t recognize anyone. That was okay, she was always up for making friends. It the past few months she had meet a lot of new people. People who only proved to hers that she was going insane. All her crazy thoughts and crazy behavior, people saw and told her. But she was okay with it. She embraced her insanity, and the more she was okay with it, the less it showed up. She was fine with that too. Sighing slowly she walked over to a table slowly and sat down taking out her brand new drawing tablet. She closed her eyes trying to think of an image to draw. She kept thinking of Christmas dinners with her grandparents. She groaned and placed her head in her hands. Then she heard a thud but didn’t open her eyes. When she finally opened her eyes her tablet was there where she had left. She heard a voice. “I’m losing my mind, really I finally am losing my mind!" it said. And she laughed, was this a joke, those where her exact thoughts. She looked to make sure the voice had an owner, it did. A boy, she smiled at him. “Losing your mind, huh?” She asked him with a teasing smile.

[Timothy Bancroft S3]

Timothy was still sitting in the couch and at this time he was half way to being completely relaxed. Timothy was so stressed he didn't take much time to pick out what he was going to wear to day, he wore a dark blue sweat shirt that was getting to the point that it was worn out, and light blue jeans that looked rather old but they weren't.He knew of no one to impress so he didn't care to dress up.Timothy gave that whole dress to impress thing up. Timothy could never tell what it was that girls liked. Maybe Timothy was indeed losing his mind, thinking that every girl is the same and will always fall for his charming smile. Well, why not, it had happened before. Timothy always had girls' running after him. Of course that was back home. Timothy laughed as he had just realized that girls' from home and girls from Hogwarts were very different. Timothy knew this very well but never really thought anything of it until now.Timothy liked to think that he was always wanted, even if he wasn't. Given that, he also hated being wanted all the time. As much as Timothy picked on people, for once he wanted to be picked on. Just to know how it felt. With everything going on, in his mind, it made him feel like he was going to burst out crying. Timothy never has or will cry because he knew that it was a sign of weakness and Timothy was indeed not weak at all.

Timothy heard someone say" losing your mind, huh?" and then laugh. Timothy then looked to see who it was before reacting to those words. Timothy didn't know this girl that sat across from him. She was obviously not a Slytherin, he knew that for sure. It was the way she sat, laughed and the way she was dressed. She had dark jeans and a white sweater. Her hair looked to be flawlessly curled a bit. What stood out mostly to Timothy was her rather large ring that was in the shape of a rose. Timothy knew for a fact a Slytherin girl would not wear a such thing like that.She was very different from other girls that he knew, and that, Timothy liked.Timothy couldn't help but wonder, why she wasn't with her family, laughing, having fun, and opening presents.Timothy then wanted to say " What do you know about me?! Huh, who do you think you are talking to me like that?! Do you realize who it is that you are talking to?(as if he was some one special from History) Well do you?" Timothy knew it was the Holiday so he decided to be nice to her instead. Plus he thought that she must of had a very good reason to be sitting here instead of with her family. For once Timothy wanted to be nice to this girl. Not only was she pretty, there was something he liked about her laugh, that made Timothy smile and remember him of summer in Italy when his family was happy. Italy was as beautiful as her laugh, so Timothy thought." Well, it feels like it sometimes." Timothy paused and gave a little laugh and then continued," My name's Timothy Bancroft.... I'm a third year in Sl..." Timothy hesitated to say Slytherin. He wondered if he was to tell her that he was in fact a Slytherin, would she run and not speak to him again? " Um, I'm a S....Sly..... Slytherin... I'm a Slytherin." Timothy stuttered this word. Timothy was waiting for a response, hopefully her name. Timothy decided not to try what he had tried with Pagan, mainly because she had not reacted the way he had hoped.

Timothy looked at this girl and couldn't help but smile. This time it wasn't his charming smile that he had on. It was all natural Timothy liked this girl and had hope that they would become good friends. All of his Slytherin buddies were gone at home for the Holiday, so he didn't have to worry about them breaking in their conversation and bug Timothy about talking to this girl. Timothy thought of this as a good thing. Timothy wanted to talk to her and wanted to know more about this girl. " So, uh, hows your Christmas Holiday going so far?". Timothy wasn't sure of what to say to her. He wanted to tell her that she looked very nice today, but wasn't sure how to say it with out making her feel awkward.

[Isabelle Leynette R3]

She was watching him for a reaction. After all, making a statement like that often ended any chance of going back to whatever you where doing. It wasn’t even a guarantee to a conversation, but she had taken the first step, it was his turn. Belle was used to taking the first step in many things. It was always the hardest, somebody famous once said, but would have to disagree with them. It was usually the steps that followed that were more challenging. Well in her opinion. She didn’t think highly of herself in any case, but her opinion was one thing that was important. One thing she knew meant something, to someone, somewhere. Normally to her in whatever place she was, but it happened to strike a nerve now and then. She had a lot of opinions on a lot of different subjects and voiced them quiet often. She normally said a lot of things when she shouldn’t have and it had gotten her in trouble in the past. Often with her parents, or rather parent, since her father was to busy ‘working’ to do any kind of parenting. To think about, her mother didn’t do much parenting either, she just pretended she did. She liked to think she raised Belle like that, when Belle wouldn’t hold her tongue and say something improper around clients of the family business, or her mother’s snobby friends, her mother would do the scolding and the grounding, unaware that as soon as the girl was sent to her room she would just climb out the window and go wandering.

She didn’t know how to read his first expression. It might have been bewilderment, or anger, perhaps he was even ignoring her and stuck in her thoughts, after all her had just announced he was mad. She never admitted it out loud, in public, well not technically, she had mentioned it to a Slytherin girl once in the hallway, but that wasn’t something she liked to think about. And as far as insane people went, you never knew what was going through their minds. A few moments and she determined that he was angry and bewildered. But his expression changed, softened some how, as if he was listening to a voice of reason that was rooting for him to be nice, and he was agreeing. “Well, it feels like it sometimes." He told her and laughed himself. Relief flooded her body, she was happy he hadn’t said something sarcastic, that would have required her to be as cynical back, she wasn’t in the mood for that, not today, today was a good day. And as relieved as she felt on the inside, she kept composed on the outside. Say smile, same eye contact, she was good at this kind of thing. Years of practice with her mother, sometimes it came in handy. “My name's Timothy Bancroft.... I'm a third year in Sl..." he began to say but paused. She wondered why he was so hesitant. There was only one house that began that way, was he afraid of her reaction? Did he think she would run away in terror? Yeah, fat chance of that happening. She wasn’t one to care which house people were from as long as they acted like decent human beings. She felt like prompting him, but knew it was uncalled for. “Um, I'm an S....Sly..... Slytherin... I'm a Slytherin." He finally said. This introduction amused her. How many Slytherins where so unsure about announcing they where? How many that didn’t act as it was the most amazing thing in the world?

She kept her opinion to herself for once, and smiled instead. “Well hello to you Timothy.” She said in a greeting. “I’m Isabelle Leynette third year Ravenclaw” Her tone was nicer, kinder, sweeter. “But call me Belle, Isabelle is far too formal.” She continued gesturing how over rated it was. “So, uh, how’s your Christmas Holiday going so far?" He asked her, she noticed he wasn’t confident like most Slytherins; it was how he was speaking as if he wasn’t sure of himself. But she was glad they where talking, and especially this topic. She sighed dramatically as if she was delivering bad news. “Oh you know how things just don’t go right at all?” She asked her tone was serious as if it was exactly how she was feeling; she was a good actress when she wanted to be one. She paused to somber look on her face before she cracked a large smile. “Its nothing like that, its going amazingly great, I’m glad I made the decision to stay.” She was still smiling, “And you? How is your winter holidays?’ She asked with real curiosity.