dezzy (ex_rosetinte383) wrote in magic_school, @ 2009-07-20 11:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | isabella weasley, scorpius malfoy |
WHO: Izzy & Open
WHEN: Monday Morning
WHERE: Her basement office at the MoM.
WHAT: whatever
RATING: dunno
Isabella was stressed to the max right now. She'd actually bought three different daily planners to try and help her organize the fifty million things she had to do. She figured Dom could help her figure out which one fit her style best. Which, technically, yes, would be none of them. But she had to do something about this whole busy like a bee thing. Hell, the bees probably looked at her and shook their heads. She was completely overworking herself. And Isabella knew it was probably completely unfair to turn her cousin into her secretary, but she didn't know what else to do. The Minister had sent Dom to help Izzy sort out this demon stuff. That, on top of everything else Izzy had to do, was more than she could handle alone.
And then Rita Skeeter had done it again. As if Isabella wasn't stressed enough! She was scared to death of Wyatt's mother. She hated Yanks. And every time she was near him she couldn't think of anything else. In fact, half the time that she wasn't near him she couldn't think of anything else. It terrified her that anyone could have that much sway on her unconscious thoughts. She couldn't be in love. She didn't even want to think that word. And then Rita Skeeter had to go spreading vicious rumors that were absolutely true but none of anyone else's business! Izzy liked to keep her private life private! And now it was just all over and no one would leave her alone about it.
She wasn't really sure when she'd passed out. Isabella had gotten to her office early a day or so ago and hadn't left yet. She was running on more than 24 hours without sleep. She ordered take-away at least four times so far. Her desk and meeting table were both covered with books and old scrolls. She had a couple dozen notes pinned to her cork board. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun and secured with an elastic band that was pulling at the little pieces. There was ink smeared across her left eye lid and a little bit on the corner of her lip. Izzy herself was kind of slumped and twisted on her desk. Apparently she'd fallen asleep, she just wasn't sure when. It wasn't until she heard the door that Isabella woke up. She sat up quickly, wand at the ready, parchment stuck to her face. Grumbling she batted it away so she could at least see whoever was in her office without knocking!