InsaneJournal

Who: Ben and Isabella
What: Flying
When: Backdated to Wednesday after classes
Where: Quidditch pitch
Rating: TBD


Isabella had never had to deal with this sort of thing before. The closest she'd ever come to a date was meeting Adam Pucey regularly in the library, and she'd never had to think of anything like what to wear to those before. It was easy. She just went in whatever she had on! But this was something entirely different. She was supposed to dress nicer for a date, right? Well, this wasn't a date, was it? Or maybe it was! But she didn't want to assume, and dress nicer when she shouldn't have. Then there was the fact that they were going flying, which wasn't exactly the sort of outing you dressed nicely for.

After staring at all the clothes in her posession for a good thirty minutes, Isabella finally gave up and shoved them all away, leaving her dormitory without changing out of her school uniform, broom in hand. She hoped he hadn't been waiting long for her. She had taken a bit longer than she'd planned with the whole clothing decision, but when she got there, she found no one at the quidditch pitch.

Brow furrowing, she moved to the center of the pitch, sitting down and leaning back on her hands. Was he coming? Had she come all the way out here for nothing? Technically, she supposed she could just fly by herself, but she had gotten her hopes up, and she knew it wouldn't be the same.