Being intelligent was one thing. It was easy to read and learn facts and increase your knowledge. Being tactful, social, and communicating well were entirely different. She was brilliant at the former, one of the greatest bookworms Hogwarts had ever seen, but when it came to the latter, she was one great, big flop. They say practice makes perfect, but did faceplanting over and over again really make you any better... or did it only make you the ultimate faceplanter of all faceplanters? "V-visit you?" As in her, alone? Come stay with him? Spend an excess of time with her? "Wow. Uh. Maybe." She let out a nervous laugh.
She swallowed nervously as his fingers moved through her hair, her leg bouncing up and down rapidly as an outlet for her nerves beneath the table. "A dragon keeper," she corrected him with a sheepish smile. "I thin so, yeah." If only people were as easy to understand as dragons. That would make Isabella's life an awful lot easier.