Isabella Weasley (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bella_weasley) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} landing_rpg,@ 2009-02-18 00:06:00 |
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Who: Isabella Weasley and Ben Goyle
Where: Bar
When: Evening
What: An unlikely savior!
Rating: Pg-13
Status: Complete
It wasn’t a very common occurrence for Isabella Weasley to get lost, but when she did get lost, she really got lost. She had become rather absorbed in her novel, a fantastic tale of chivalry and romance, and with her nose buried inside it, she hadn’t even realized she had taken the wrong turn until it was far too late. When she finally willed herself to lower the book- mostly because it was getting dark and difficult to read- Isabella didn’t recognize a single street name, a single building, a single landmark. After wandering aimlessly for a good thirty minutes, she finally gave up and entered the closest building that had its lights on.
She was immediately caught off guard by the smell of the place as she pushed open the door. It was a bar, filled with men and a few women of all sorts of shapes and sizes, some attractive, some not so much, but they all had one thing in common, and that was a drink in their hands. Alcohol had always made Isabella a bit uneasy. She’d never tried it herself, mostly because she didn’t want her parents to somehow find out, but she knew the sort of effects it had on people.
The girl stuck out like a sore thumb as she slowly made her way toward the bar. While everyone else seemed laid-back and cheery, Isabella was tense and clearly ill-at-ease. They were loud, and she was quiet as a mouse until she finally reached her destination, yet she could not go unnoticed. A large, much older man seated on a stool next to her turned and offered a too-large smile. “Hello there.”
Isabella jolted and forced herself to give a nervous smile in return. “Uh, hello. Hi.” She turned back to ask the bartender where on Earth she was, but the moment her lips parted, she was interrupted again.
“What’s your name?” The same man was eyeing her with that odd grin of his.
“Er- Isabella,” she answered weakly.
“That is a bee-yoo-" His sentiments were interrupted by a hiccup and a chuckle. “A bee-yoo-tih-fuhl name, lass.”
“…Thanks?”
Where: Bar
When: Evening
What: An unlikely savior!
Rating: Pg-13
Status: Complete
It wasn’t a very common occurrence for Isabella Weasley to get lost, but when she did get lost, she really got lost. She had become rather absorbed in her novel, a fantastic tale of chivalry and romance, and with her nose buried inside it, she hadn’t even realized she had taken the wrong turn until it was far too late. When she finally willed herself to lower the book- mostly because it was getting dark and difficult to read- Isabella didn’t recognize a single street name, a single building, a single landmark. After wandering aimlessly for a good thirty minutes, she finally gave up and entered the closest building that had its lights on.
She was immediately caught off guard by the smell of the place as she pushed open the door. It was a bar, filled with men and a few women of all sorts of shapes and sizes, some attractive, some not so much, but they all had one thing in common, and that was a drink in their hands. Alcohol had always made Isabella a bit uneasy. She’d never tried it herself, mostly because she didn’t want her parents to somehow find out, but she knew the sort of effects it had on people.
The girl stuck out like a sore thumb as she slowly made her way toward the bar. While everyone else seemed laid-back and cheery, Isabella was tense and clearly ill-at-ease. They were loud, and she was quiet as a mouse until she finally reached her destination, yet she could not go unnoticed. A large, much older man seated on a stool next to her turned and offered a too-large smile. “Hello there.”
Isabella jolted and forced herself to give a nervous smile in return. “Uh, hello. Hi.” She turned back to ask the bartender where on Earth she was, but the moment her lips parted, she was interrupted again.
“What’s your name?” The same man was eyeing her with that odd grin of his.
“Er- Isabella,” she answered weakly.
“That is a bee-yoo-" His sentiments were interrupted by a hiccup and a chuckle. “A bee-yoo-tih-fuhl name, lass.”
“…Thanks?”