"Well..." Isabella bit down on her lip and tried to keep her emotions in check. Even though she tried she knew she was a poor actress when it came to hiding what she was feeling right then and there. "Lets hope it means the latter two." She said wishfully, although, she could make the strongest case for last possibility.
Without giving it a thought, Bella slipped from the chair and sat upon the lush carpet covering the floor. It allowed her to spread out her legs and relieve the cramped muscles from sitting curled up for so long. She looked at him for a long moment as he spoke. His words resounded truthfully in her head.
"Maybe I should. Then again..." Her voice was soft and once again she glanced away out the window. She could not face him and admit the thought bubbling to the surface in her head; one she had known for a while. "I probably could take a fair guess as to what..."
After a moment, she steeled herself and glanced back in Albus' direction. His comment about her thoughts right before going to sleep had hit the nail on the head, but he did not know it. Or did he? Of course he might know that was the truth, but surely he could not guess what those thoughts were. Then again, she wished she did not know them herself.
Suddenly, she recoiled tucking her left leg underneath her and pulled her right knee back to her chest, hugging it tightly. Since she could not wheel her thoughts in she pulled her body in closer trying to find some comfort.
"Unsettling doesn't begin to cover it." She let her blue eyes meet his for a moment. A soft sigh escaped her lips. "Sometimes, it's a curse to be a Ravenclaw. We think to much. We analyze too much. Sure we gain greater truth and insight, but sometimes, the cost is great."
"I... I... Just..." For a moment, Bella struggled to find the words. She adverted her gaze from his. She was not the type of person to be rattled easy, well, it was more correct to say she did not let it show easily. If it never showed, people never knew to ask and she did not tell.
"I think... I... Oh, you're right. I should find out..." She finally admitted although she still couldn't bring herself to look at him just yet. She had not regathered her bearings. "I know where to start... But... I don't know if I am strong enough to go there."
As she stared off in the distance, she could not believe she had just said her last sentence. Her strength and cheerfulness were her mask and she had just thrown them away in a moment of weakness. She had admitted to her one character "flaw"; that's what her father would have called in any how.