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Isabella Weasley (bella_weasley) wrote in landing_rpg,
@ 2008-10-22 19:46:00

Entry tags:

adam pucey, isabella weasley

Who: Adam and Isabella
Where: The library in their "secret spot"
When: After classes
What: Friends talking
Rating: TBD- probably PGish

Isabella wasn't entirely sure when they had started meeting like this. It had been coincidental at first, both showing up in the library every day like the true Ravenclaws they were, but over the past few months, it had become something Isabella counted on. She would show up in their secret spot, always before him because she was nothing if not punctual.

She would open a book and read until he showed, and they would talk about nothing inparticular. Isabella still hadn't figured out why he showed up, or why she showed up for that matter, but she supposed it couldn't hurt. After all, she'd noticed she stumbled less around him than she had five months ago... er.. sort of, at least. That had to mean something.

She had never told anyone about their meetings, perhaps for fear of the embarrassing conclusions she was certain her sister and others would jump to, and she found herself wondering, as she paged through her latest novel, if he had told anyone either. She was pretty sure no one would confuse his intentions for her.

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bella_weasley
2008-10-27 09:43 pm UTC (link)

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.

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adampucey
2008-10-29 10:17 am UTC (link)

"Yes. Visit me." Adam urged, smiling at her. It was not too often that he allowed visitors in his Venice flat, but Bella was always welcome company no matter where the venue. In fact, he only realized now that the two of them had scarcely interacted outside the library walls, or even outside the invisible line that surrounded the two chairs and desk they call their spot. "Nothing wrong with extendng your horizons a little, is there? Anytime you'd find suitable to your summer schedule, my doors are open."

Clearly, she has too many nervous habits. Adam wondered if she was even aware that he's noted too many of them in the past. "Like your father." he said, all too aware of other people's histories. Father's orders. "Have you ever actually seen one? A dragon, I mean."

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bella_weasley
2008-10-29 02:41 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, well, thank you." She ducked her head, pretending to focus on a page of her book. She knew her cousins would never let her go to a boy's flat by herself. And she had a feeling her father probably wouldn't like the suggestion much either. She was allowed to be around dragons, but not boys. That was the life she led.

She smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, like Dad." For a moment, Isabella looked almost insulted at the notion that she might have never seen a dragon. Would she really be so interseted in them if she'd never seen them first hand? "Yes," she replied. "I've helped my dad with work a lot."

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adampucey
2008-10-29 02:54 pm UTC (link)

Adam cocked his head to the side, noting how her eyes weren't really moving over the page she's pretending to read. "Thank you isn't a yes, or a no." he stated, shrugging. "But I suppose I understand if you'd not wish to go. I apologize for such a bold offering; you might not feel comfortable at all being just with me. And you still aren't ready to travel alone anyway. There's also the issue of your violently overprotective male cousins. I could understand the many reasons for your hesitation..." With a smile, he released her hair, and focused more of his attention on the parchment before him, and a potions volume that needed to be read and analyzed.

A nod, as he started readng. "I hadn't expected a lot would be allowed to see them, but given your connections, I suppose I really shouldn't be surprised. I'm quite envious. I only wish I could see one..."

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