WHO: Isabella & Wyatt WHEN: Sunday 6pm San Fran/ 11pm London WHERE: Wyatt & Chris' apartment WHAT: Izzy's packing to go home RATING: duno
It was amazing how much stuff Isabella had managed to drag to Wyatt's in just a couple weeks. Okay, it was almost a month. And she had bought some maternity clothes while she was here. But for the most part she had just brought more stuff from her flat than was probably necessary. Gathering it all up was proving more difficult than she'd anticipated. Izzy had started packing around two. She had stopped to eat dinner. And amazingly she still wasn't done. This whole cross-continental dating thing was a pain in her arse. She couldn't imagine how muggle couples ever did something like this.
Finally, after more hours than she cared to count, Izzy was done. She had to cast a shrinking charm on most of her stuff to get it all in one bag, but eventually it all fit. And after a feather charm on the bag itself (because shrunken or not, her stuff was heavy!) Isabella kicked it toward the door. She wasn't going out the door, but at least there it would be out of everyone's way. Sighing, Izzy flopped down on Wyatt's bed to catch her breath (and procrastinate).
"I don't know where my shoes are again," she mumbled, glancing up to see where Wyatt had gotten off to. She didn't really appear worried about her shoes, or in a hurry to find them. (Or get home, obviously.)