Post by layni on Jan 7, 2010 18:15:27 GMT -8
With the end of the time for preperations for the new school semester and the new school drawing near, it seemed Isabelle had no choice but to finally recognize she had to get ready herself. Her parents, of course, where far too busy with their official duties as was she to really prepare as she should have as soon as she should have but better late then never. Then again, it wasn't late until she walked into the doors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry without her necessary supplies, uniform, and texts. That was the purpose of today. She had been left, on her own, in this small charming little hamlet with one purpose- to finish her preparations before the official welcoming ball and in-statement. Her parents had to acknowledge formally to the previous office holder that they were taking over, and of course the English Wizarding government was sponsoring the event. Isabelle was required to be there and at her best for the occasion, but according to her guardians this was just as important. She, for one, could not see the comparison.
Bundled up in the finest winter wear she could find her in closet, Isabelle strode onto the main street of the town looking for the things she needed. She had most of her potions supplies and practical things. It was just the matter of grabbing a few notebooks, quills, and texts- oh, and of course her robes. She was not looking forward to those at all. Compared to the flowing silk and satin she was used to, the uniform that she had grown into and up with- the large bulking cloaks and vests of Hogwarts seemed grotesque and really unsuited to her tastes. Isabella could still not seem to reconcile herself with giving up her blue silk robes and dresses for the itchy sweater and heavy black of her new school. She could not imagine having to wear them all the time; the heat of summer, the fresh spring. It would all be ruined by the silly things, but there were rules and unfortunately this time she was no exception.
It was with this seriously foul thought and the dread of the upcoming year that Isabelle turned into the robe supplier's shop on her list and quickly, with her usual air of authority and nobility, rang the bell for service. If she was going to do this she was not going to enjoy it and she was going to get it over with as quickly as possible. After all, she only had so much time to get measured and get out before she needed to prepare for the events of the evening. There was so much left to do: hair, makeup, dressing, a few more names and positions to memorize...The expectations were so great and the time was so small. And here she was....shopping for school things instead.
A roll of her eyes and another ring of the bell finally brought service. A plump little witch who inquired if she was the customer that called about school robes earlier. After answering in the affirmative Isabelle was brought to a measuring podium and the magical yellow tape began flying as she was forced to answer all the silly questions about coming to England and what she thought, if it was glamorous back where she came from. If her breeding and experience with such stupidity had not been so great Isabelle would have broken but she merely smiled indulgently and calmly answered all the insulting stupid questions that the women asked. Now all there was left to do was wait while the clothing was produced and being fitted. How much more was she to endure of this....
Bundled up in the finest winter wear she could find her in closet, Isabelle strode onto the main street of the town looking for the things she needed. She had most of her potions supplies and practical things. It was just the matter of grabbing a few notebooks, quills, and texts- oh, and of course her robes. She was not looking forward to those at all. Compared to the flowing silk and satin she was used to, the uniform that she had grown into and up with- the large bulking cloaks and vests of Hogwarts seemed grotesque and really unsuited to her tastes. Isabella could still not seem to reconcile herself with giving up her blue silk robes and dresses for the itchy sweater and heavy black of her new school. She could not imagine having to wear them all the time; the heat of summer, the fresh spring. It would all be ruined by the silly things, but there were rules and unfortunately this time she was no exception.
It was with this seriously foul thought and the dread of the upcoming year that Isabelle turned into the robe supplier's shop on her list and quickly, with her usual air of authority and nobility, rang the bell for service. If she was going to do this she was not going to enjoy it and she was going to get it over with as quickly as possible. After all, she only had so much time to get measured and get out before she needed to prepare for the events of the evening. There was so much left to do: hair, makeup, dressing, a few more names and positions to memorize...The expectations were so great and the time was so small. And here she was....shopping for school things instead.
A roll of her eyes and another ring of the bell finally brought service. A plump little witch who inquired if she was the customer that called about school robes earlier. After answering in the affirmative Isabelle was brought to a measuring podium and the magical yellow tape began flying as she was forced to answer all the silly questions about coming to England and what she thought, if it was glamorous back where she came from. If her breeding and experience with such stupidity had not been so great Isabelle would have broken but she merely smiled indulgently and calmly answered all the insulting stupid questions that the women asked. Now all there was left to do was wait while the clothing was produced and being fitted. How much more was she to endure of this....