Isaac didn't bother going to the Manor to change after practise, he showered at the stadium and was wearing trackies and a tee shirt. It was a warm evening and he was in the mood for something fruity and relaxing as he approached the cafe where he had agreed to meet Emma Dobbs. He was trying to avoid thinking about the younger witch. She was telling him something impossible, something he didn't want to quite believe. He was almost certain the witch was his half sister, another bastard like Isolde and yet his father had stonewalled him when he had confronted him. The crafty denial only made it more clear to him that the halfblood was his sibling.
He gave his name to the hostess and waited to be shown to the table where she sat waiting for him. "Hello." He said slowly as he slid into the booth across from her.