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cris • tee • nuh (

cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2008-08-20 02:11:00

+++isobelflavors

isobel
happy ✢ angry ✠ sad ϟ concerned ☁ scared crying ✌ jealous ☺ first crush ★ regret ღ innocent birth ♦ betrayed ☄ best friend ☮ content ʊ traumatized death ☯ drunk ✿ flustered ☾ bitchy ✓ parental first year ✦ hogwarts ∞ deathly hallows ♣ family ❂ wary
	happy "I don't actually think that ABBA is considered 'rock' and 'roll'" Archie's fingers were still curled into quotation marks when Izzie shot him a glare, but turned away from her mood-killer of a boyfriend a second later to stare at the dimmed stage. The concert was supposed to start at seven, but--you know, rock stars. They were probably requesting that their jumpsuits be re-sequined to precisely 10,000 sequins, or to pull all of the green candies out of the jar and stick them in some elaborate bowl only produced in China. "What do you know about rock and roll, anyway?" she snipped, pushing up on her toes to try to see over the head of the man in front of her. She would not have paid so much for these seats if she knew she was only going to see the top of their poofy hair! Izzie let out a huff and rocked back and forth, becoming increasingly twitchy with each passing second that she couldn't see the stage. This was Archie's birthday present, she needed to be happy during it, and there seemed to be no alternative than pulling out her wand and blowing this stupid tall man up and--- "Let go of me!" "Oh, stop it!" Archie said, well, shouted, as the stadium lights began to dim. He was pulling her toward him, squatting a bit as he tugged Izzie's arms over his shoulders from behind, "Get on so you can see!" Oh. She felt herself heat up greatly as she positioned herself to be lifted onto Archie's back, and her grip around his neck tightened as he stood. Her legs locked around his waist as the rainbow lights began to dance around the stadium. "CAN YOU SEE NOW?" Archie yelled into her ear. It would have hurt if her ear drums weren't already popping out of head, and she nodded quickly in response. Izzie pulled her neck back to grin as wide as she could before dropping forward to kiss him--only for a moment though, because then she shrieked into his mouth as Take a Chance on Me began to vibrate through the arena. return to top
	sad Her husband was sad, and she couldn't do a damn thing about it. It had been a few weeks since Archie was returned home from his kidnapping from the ministry, but there was still a dark cloud looming over the house. She tried to cheer him up, but found that it was an impossible case. Archie was miserable, and only his time spent with Ernie could really, truly, cheer him up. She felt like a terrible wife for it. Izzie had tried everything; she'd made his favorite foods every night, she made sure his bed was nice and toasty, all the ink wells on his desk were filled just right. Nothing. Nothing could drive Archie out of his miserable state, and honestly--she couldn't blame him. Not only had her husband endured more encounters with death eaters than anyone should, but he'd missed Ernie's birthday. Again. Izzie, no matter how many time she told her husband not to be upset about it, knew that Archie was deeply depressed about the fact. He'd missed his son's birth, and now he'd missed his first birthday. Maybe he was bitter toward the death eaters, but Izzie couldn't do much about that, other than to offer to throw another part. Ernie was one, he had no idea what day it was, but----but Archie did. She entered his office with a tray of dinner and soup, earning a weak smile from Archie. Izzie forced herself to be extra peppy and crossed the room with a bounce in her step (she'd charmed the bowls to be non-spill, because of previous bouncing mishaps). The tray was set on Archie's desk and Izzie stood on the other side, waiting for her husband to start eating. "Aren't you hungry?" she asked, when he continued to stare out the window. "Not really, I'm sorry," he muttered, looking only slightly apologetic. Izzie frowned, but quickly erased the expression from her face. She needed to be happy if Archie was to be happy. She came around the desk and leaned against it, pointing out her toes to poke her husband's leg. "Come to the bedroom," she said playfully. "Ernie's down for his afternoon nap..." Izzie's expression fell when Archie didn't seem to hear her, continuing to stare out the window. She let out a breath and wondered what she could do to gain her husband's attention again, or at least for long enough to get some happiness out of him. What was she going to have to do? Put on a show? Izzie blinked. She stared at Archie for a few more seconds before pulling her hair out of its tie, letting it fall down over her shoulders. "If you change your mind...I'm the first in line..." Izzie felt herself flush as she began to sing, and she pushed herself off the desk to stand directly in front of Archie. He'd turned to her slightly, so she put her hands out to him in a 'come hither' like manner, "Honey, I'm still free...Take a chance on me..." He rolled his eyes as she took hold of his hands, and Izzie pulled his arms back and forth, listening to the music in her head to create a beat and a rhythm for them to move. "Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance," She had to get the background vocals in there, too! "If you need me, let me know, gonna be around!" Izzie was growing a bit braver, so her voice grew louder, with more vigor. She wiggled her hips and smiled widely at the smirk that had crossed Archie's face, "If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down---" Her face contorted into an exaggerated pout, bottom lip sticking ridiculously far out and her eyes as wide as saucers (more than usual!). This forced a short laugh out of Archie, and Izzie was now ready to don a sequined jumpsuit to get her husband smiling some more. "Sing with meeeee!" she let out, tugging on his arms to pull him out of his seat. Archie let out a long, exasperated breath as he stood with her, and her arms wrapped around his waist, his dropping over her shoulders to sway together. Or bounce. Izzie was bouncing. "Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie," It was true, this song was very, very fitting, she was glad she'd thought of it----Archie was going to have to deal with her terrible voice and awkward dance moves until he was fit and smiling on regular basis once again, "If you put me to the test, if you let me try---" He kissed the top of her forehead, squeezing her in a nice hug that she hadn't had in a while. Yes, okay---there was a very good chance that her husband wouldn't be sad forever. return to top
	concerned Izzie tugged down the flaps of Ernie's hat, making sure that her baby's ears were covered completely. She held him out in front of her, smiling to herself when she could only see his eyes. Yes, he was bundled up quite nicely because it was turning out to be a much colder December than Izzie had ever remembered. If it were up to her, she and Ernie would be quite comfortable with never leaving the warmth of their home, but as it was their first Christmas as a family, traditions needed to be built. And Christmas traditions usually started with a tree. A tree, Izzie would like to mention, that her husband was insisting he cut down himself. It wasn't a terribly good idea, Izzie thought. She watched Archie from the designated distance he'd set up for herself and the baby. At the bottom of the hill was her husband, yelling and waving his wand at one of the largest trees she'd ever seen. Izzie didn't know where they were going to put this tree, but she supposed magic could help them stick it in whatever room they wished. Then came the ornaments, and the lights, and oh maybe some of those charmed fairy bells that would float around, and maybe--- "ISOBEL!" Izzie snapped out of her daydream and watched as her husband disappeared from the bottom of the hill, only to reappear a meter in front of her. Archie looked frazzled, his cheeks red from the cold (and his shouting). Ernie cooed loudly at the sight of his father, and Archie patted the boy's head as he began to rant, "Hello Ernie, you're looking rather toasty! Izzie," Archie let out all in one breath, "I'm afraid I underestimated the size of this tree! It is definitely not your average Douglas Fir!" "We could go to a tree lot, or something," Izzie suggested, but her voice trailed off at the horribly offended expression that shot across her husband's face, "Or...we could figure out a better plan." Archie puffed his cheeks and let out a breath, creating a small cloud of cold air, "I'm simply worried about not being able to control which way it will fall." "Simply--" "I think it would hurt a lot to be crushed by a tree that size." He blinked slowly back at Izzie, who stared up at her husband as if he had five heads. Even Ernie was staring at his father, but that was only because he could barely move in his snow suit. "Do you think I should wait for the wind to settle?" "I---" Izzie choked out. No, no. She could not let her husband attempt to chop down a tree when he had no idea how to. Izzie needed to think of something, quick before she heard Archie shouting TIMBER with a big crunch following right after. Her eyes lit up, "How about we don't cut it down at all?" "That's just silly!" "No, no!" Izzie shook her head, using her free hand to turn Archie around to face the tree. It really was a beautiful tree, and with its position at the bottom of the hill, it almost looked like a snow globe. It sat by itself in the small field, and they only had to walk a few minutes before reaching a perfect viewing spot, "We can decorate it out here, so that every year we have the same tree---every MacMillan that goes through this house could put the same ornaments, on the same tree, on the same day every year." "Why--that...is a very nice idea," Archie slowly agreed, turning to Izzie. A smile spread widely across his face and he enveloped her and Ernie (snuggled between their bodies) in a hug. "Merlin! Imagine the size of the star! I will have to see if I can get an approved enlarging spells on this rather handsome muggle one I found..." Izzie smiled and nodded, resting her chin on the top of Ernie's head, enjoying the sound of her husband's rambling in the winter cold. return to top
	wary "Well, Miss. Egg! I do believe this is the end of our rather lovely daaa---er---evening. Definitely not a--date. Just a strictly professional evening." Isobel smirked up at the ministry official--Archie. His offer to have drinks to rectify his rather unsavory manner of arresting her and causing such issues with her studio had gone...well, rather well. Izzie didn't normally go out for drinks, as she wasn't very good at holding her liquor. She was leaning quite heavily on the railing of the restaurant they'd just exited, trying to feign great interest in whatever Archie had to say. "Not a date," she repeated with a firm nod, that sent her mind spinning uncomfortably. Archie grinned broadly, his cheeks flushed because he too had been having a splendid time at the bar (and apparently knew the bartender had some faulty charms, and therefore finagled, blackmailed?, free drinks out of him). "Yes! Not a date! This was the best not-date I ever had, I'll have you---" he hiccuped, "know!" Izzie giggled at the hiccup, making Archie grin, and she blushed. Blushed. She shouldn't be blushing because he was smiling at her. He was her sworn enemy. She had banned him from her life! Except she was doing a pretty shoddy job at it, because now he was offering to walk her home, because neither of them were in any position to apparate. "I dunno how to get home from here," she said, feeling dizzy at just thinking of the route. Archie looked perplexed for a moment, and then a idea-sprung finger shot into the air. "Then we shall go to my flat, because I do know how to get there, and I will make sure you are sober before you get back--" another hiccup, and she giggled again, and he smiled again, and she blushed again, "--home." "You're cute when you hiccup," Izzie said lazily as they began to walk in crooked lines down the pavement. Archie grabbed her arm so she didn't wander off and get hit by a car, and was once again grinning. "I'm glad you think so! Because I think you're cute all the time! But I have to remain professional since you're a suspect." "I'm not a suspect anymore!" Izzie argued, but she felt her cheeks reddening again; he thought she was cute? "You've cleared my whole entire studio, and everything is---fine! So...so I'm not a suspect anymore!" They'd stopped walking, because Izzie could not have possibly said so much and figured out those details and have her feet moving at the same time. She gave him another nod, watching the world behind him spin, "You don't have to act professional anymore." Archie's mouth pressed into a thin line as he seemingly went over her logic. Izzie knew she was right, she'd signed all the papers and paid all the fines. Archie was officially off her case, and she'd never have to see him after this. --Except he'd just leaned forward and kissed her, taking her by the waist and pulling her close. Izzie froze for a moment, but then she allowed her body to arch into the curve of--Archie, and sling her arms over his shoulders. Yes, this definitely was not a strictly professional relationship, anymore. return to top
	drunk Izzie really hadn't expected this to be a nice evening, but that's exactly what it had been, nice. Archie MacMillan was nothing short of a gentleman, and he held a conversation very well. She would never admit it, at least not anywhere in his presence, but if they had met under different circumstances, well! She may have just been attracted to him. Though, that could be the alcohol speaking. It was nearing two in the morning, and she wasn't sure how they'd managed to keep up the conversation that long. Maybe it had to do with their similiar backgrounds; being the runts of very prestigious pureblood families happened to do that to you. Isobel hadn't had the chance to whine and wail about the annoyances her parents and siblings produced on a daily basis, but Archie was more than happy to commiserate, and agree that brothers and sisters were completely useless unless they were being used in an experiment. See, she would've liked him if he hadn't arrested her. The bartender had to interrupt their night by announcing that he was closing in five, and Archie graciously put his hand out to help her slip off the stool. Izzie would normally reject the offer, but she was quite certain that if she didn't have some help, she would fall flat on her face and cause a scene, something she definitely didn't need. Though, with the way Archie was leaning into her, it appeared that he too was feeling the affects of their---oy, she didn't even know how many rounds they'd downed in the past six hours. He pushed forward to open the door for her, and Izzie followed quickly. Too quickly, it seemed, as her heels seemingly collapsed underneath her (though that could have been her mind forgetting how to walk), causing her to lurch forward, ready to smash her face into the cement steps of the bar. Fortunately for her nose and other facial features, Archie still had some sense and caught her arm, swooping her up and tight to make sure that they both kept their balance. Goodness, he was tall. And his shoulders were so wide. And his breath--reeked of alcohol, but so did hers, so the fact that he was nearly a centimeter away from her didn't bother her at all. For--only that reason of course and---she wanted to kiss him. That was an incredibly bad idea, but she wanted to, and when did she ever do what she wanted? Well---all the time, so--- Her mind clearly wasn't in the right state. Izzie pushed forward and kissed Archie, glad that he responded so quickly and feverishly. Ha! He wanted to kiss her too. Maybe they could go back to his flat, that would be much more comfortable than these steps, in broken shoes. Oy---oy. His hands on her waist sent her chills, and Izzie decided that it was definitely a good idea to get out of here. She hoped she didn't regret this, in the morning. return to top
	flustered "It just makes sense, Isobel!" She sputtered some more, unable to form any words. Why was he doing this? In all the months (months, only months!) that she had known Archie, she should--she should be used to this kind of behavior and thought process, but all it did was leave Izzie completely dizzy and with no sense of what was going to happen next. It really wasn't necessary, the thought of it hadn't even crossed her mind, and he should probably wait until she wasn't insanely emotional to spring this on her-- --though it was a beautiful ring. "I'm just saying," Archie began again, standing up and twisting the ring around between his fingers. Isobel's eyes couldn't move away from it, but her tight throat forced her to remain seated in silence, sans the sniffling from all the crying. "You're not supposed to have children before you're married, it really does look rather horrible---and while we're getting a bit of a head start on that--we could absolutely have a wedding in less than nine months!" "Seven," she croaked, bottom lip beginning to quiver once again. "I'm--two months." "Seven! Even sooner!" Archie exclaimed happily---happily. Izzie didn't know what was wrong with this man, but she supposed this was better than him freaking out about the baby and abandoning her. She'd only told him about the pregnancy yesterday, and here he was, down on one knee (well, he was, now he was lecturing and pacing) with a marriage proposal. Didn't he see how crazy that was? They were still getting to know each other, they hadn't even moved in together, how did he know they could have a successful marriage? He didn't! He couldn't! Isobel couldn't catch her breath, she'd only just found out she was pregnant and now she was supposed to get used to the idea of being married? Of being a wife? Of being Archie's wife. Lips pursed together in a line, Izzie reached out and grabbed his wrist as he passed by again, going on about color themes and cake flavors. Archie stopped talking and looked down at her, eyebrows raised. Isobel let out a breath, and gestured toward the floor, "Ask me again." "Are you going to yell at me this time?" "Maybe." return to top
	first year Izzie's eyes went wide as her parents actually turned around and walked straight through the barrier off platform nine and three-quarters and back to King's Cross. Izzie gaped, stunned, absolutely and completely bewildered by the fact that she was---supposed to----get on the train herself? The eleven-year-old whirled around to look for her brother and sister for help, but Aaron and Eloise had disappeared into the crowd. What, what? Is this what was supposed to happen? Izzie saw other parents hanging around, helping their kids get their trunks and owls on the Hogwarts Express, why---was this some sort of test? If she didn't get on the train by herself, did that mean she couldn't get Sorted? That she'd have to go back and wait until Oscar and Ulrich got to come to school? Isobel already felt like she was being swallowed whole by her much too large robes, but now that there were students heading toward the doors of the train to climb aboard, she felt like she was going to get lost in the sea of Hogwarts robes. Someone knocked her trunk over and Izzie was sure she was going to get pushed under the train and run over on the tracks. She was a little thing, why was her trunk so big? Why didn't it have those spells on it, to make it lighter? Her large blue eyes began to water at the idea of not being able to make it onto the train and miss out on all her magical education. Hogwarts, Hogwarts! She'd waited so long to go, and now she couldn't pull her stupid trunk on board. Izzie grabbed the handle with both of her hands and tugged as hard as she could, her eyes shutting in a grimace. And then--all of a sudden, the trunk seemed to lift off the ground and---not just move, but literally off the ground, became light as a feather! Izzie opened her eyes in astonishment, wondering how on earth her trunk was now floating at her eye-level. "Oh!" she let out, not letting go of the handle in case the trunk floated away. That would be as much of a disaster as if she hadn't been able to get it on the train. Izzie blinked in confusion, unsure why her trunk was now floating, but was tugged forward as a boy with robes trimmed in red and gold grabbed the other handle. He had a shiny badge with a 'P' on it, and Izzie realized that it was a prefect. "Are you a prefect?" she asked, just in case. Izzie did not let go of her handle, just in case the boy wasn't a prefect and was in fact trying to steal her trunk. The boy looked down at her and smiled, his chest puffing with pride as he nodded. "Yes, it's my first day! You are the fourth first year I've helped this morning and I think it's going rather well, so far. I got my badge last month and I've been practicing my supervisory tone, because, you know, one needs to sound as if they are the voice of authority, if they want to be taken seriously. I'm the fifth year prefect of Gryffindor, by the way, so if you're Sorted there then I'll help you to the dorms! It's really quite easy to get to, but the castle likes to play tricks and confuses new students easily. But, it's all right, Mr. Filch will probably catch you and scare you into thinking that you're going to get a detention, but for the first few days the Heads of Houses take pity on first years as they tend to lose their way in the beginning---oh, here's a compartment!" Her trunk dropped down to the floor of the train; Izzie had been so in awe of how much the boy could talk in one breath that she hadn't realized he'd helped her onto the train and had found an empty compartment for her to take the trip in. Izzie flushed and pulled her trunk inside. The prefect helped her put the trunk in the overhang, and she happily took a window seat. He began to leave, but appeared to have a thought and turned around to face Izzie again, standing in the doorway of the compartment. "My name is Arcturus, by the way, Arcturus MacMillan, but you can call me Archie. If you ever need any help, just seek me out!" he smiled and with a quick wave left to probably help another confused first year. Izzie sighed, letting her shoulders finally drop in relief. She peered out the window at the station and watched Archie accost a crying little dark haired boy, who seemed even more lost and scared than Izzie had been. She smiled, glad to know that there were some nice people at Hogwarts that she could rely on. return to top

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