A Link Within the Story {Izzy}

[faolan]

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[ISABELLA SABRINA ACKERLEY]

Isabella had only recently began to write letters to this “lonely boy” but it was still bugging her that she didn’t know who it was. But the most recent letter made her think of something. In it Lonely Boy had said that he was part werewolf, and who better to ask about this but her good friend Faolon. So now the young Ravenclaw girl was sitting in the court yard with the most recent letter she had received from this mysterious Lonley Boy. Her chocolate brown hair fell past her shoulders in waves of curls as her chocolate gaze fell on the letter she was writing before her. This time it wasn’t to the mysterious lonely boy, no it was to Faolon the boy she had wished to see at that moment.

Faolon and her had known each other ever since the start of Isabella’s second year, which happened to be Faolon’s first year. She was the first ever to befriend the part-werewolf boy who’s daddy everyone hated from what she had heard. Yes her parents had told her stories of Fenrir Greyback. She remembered the first time she had told her parents about her befriending Faolon, they weren’t exactly happy but somehow Isabella had managed to convince them to let him come over for part of the summer holidays, and then they were fine with Faolon like that. She had always thought of Faolon as a brother, a younger one that tends to act like he was older. Always being protective of her and telling her that he would threaten any boy she were to ever date. It was a good thing that Isabella didn’t plan on dating anytime soon, she would feel bad for the boy to have to deal with Faolon, especially if it were near the full moon. She of course was used to his changes as it had been six years that they’ve known each other so far.

Finishing the letter up she folded it into an airplane. This would be much easier than running up to the owlery. She took out her oak wand and softly tapped the small paper airplane so that it may reach the destined owner. Now all she had to do was wait for Faolon to show up.

As she waited she pulled out her latest letter from the mysterious Lonely Boy and began to read it over once more, just making sure once more that she really did read that he was part werewolf. Not that there was nothing wrong with that as Faolon was part werewolf and Isabella was never one to be prejudice. She would only dislike a person if they used their abilities for the wrong reasons.

It seemed that it didn’t take her letter long to get to the person it was intended for, nor did it take long for Faolon to show up in the court yard. “I wonder who’s crazy enough to try and sneak up on me,” she smiled lightly knowing fully well that the sounds she heard of someone landing on the soft grass was Faolon. She knew he rarely took the stairs if given the chance.

[faolan]

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[ISABELLA SABRINA ACKERLEY]

“If I tried to sneak up on you..you'd probably faint with shock..” Isabella smirked at his comment. He should’ve known by now that it was hard to sneak up on her. However, only one person knew the reason why it was hard to sneak up on her and that was her best friend Raychel Entwhistle. Being a seer also helped her notice her surroundings more, she more in tune with everything and always knew when someone was coming up behind her. That was just how Isabella was, but she kept that a secret and pretended she just happened to notice and that the person just wasn’t good at sneaking up. “So what was the emergency? Couldn't you have told me at dinner?” she sighed softly as she dug into her bag to pull out the letters from “lonely boy” and unfolded it before her. These letters of course were the reason she wanted to talk to Faolon and with most everyone out at dinner the courtyard was a good place to talk about them.

“Alright, Izzy, what's this about?” She looked up at him, a small smile on her eye. It was nice that he worried about her, but it wasn’t like this was something to worry about. “Well I happened to find this letter one day,” she said softly as she held up to the first letter that she happened to come across. “And for some reason I felt that I needed to reply to it,” she said softly as she laid the letter back down in her other lap before she pulled the other one out from under it. “Then in the one that this ‘lonely boy’ responded to he said that he was part werewolf and it was hard for him to control himself. I feel like I should help him,” she said softly before she looked up at Faolon once more. “And I know that you control your werewolf blood quite well, do you think you could help me help ‘lonely boy’?” she asked softly in hopes that he would want to help her help “lonely boy”.

[faolan]

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[ISABELLA SABRINA ACKERLEY]

"What did I tell you about talking to strangers..It sounds like he is a lost cause already.." He had smirked at her which only caused her to raise a brow wondering if he really meant it. She didn’t feel that her “lonely boy” was a lost cause especially with the way the two of them had been going back and forth. Unless Faolon was thinking of something else. She figured she should really learn legilimency it could help her figure out what people meant half of the time.

"I think he needs to toughen up, take the wolfsbane and talk to me." it was as if Faolon was talking like he knew who the guy was. Well she didn’t, but she could probably figure it out if she actually tried, but then that would ruin the surprise when it came to going to the Yule Ball with “lonely boy”. "Staying locked up only makes it worse. Wolves don't like closed doors. Besides, he's just a partial..Pain is expected and there is always worse.." She then saw the change in his expression, now what was he thinking? It was an expression that she rarely saw on him. "The real question, Iz, is why you care so much. I know you are a loving person, but it's hard to think it takes eight letters to tell him one thing." she looked down at her letters thinking about the ring she had on a necklace around her neck. What would Faolon say if she told him about how she planned to go to the Yule Ball with “Lonely Boy”? She looked up at Faolon again studying his expressions like she normally did when she couldn’t figure out how he was feeling.

"Should I be worried? By the looks of these sappy letters I think I could easily take him.." Was there a hint of jealousy in his voice? She wasn’t sure. Why would he want to take the guy? Was there something that he wasn’t telling her? She was searching in Faolon’s eyes seeing if she could figure out what he was really thinking. But the most she could do, was block her own thoughts not read someone else’s mind. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with this guy,

[/color]” she stared as she went to look back at the letters, running a hand softly threw her chocolate brown hair to tuck in back behind her ear and out of her way. Perhaps it was silly to think that this guy already liked her enough to be a boyfriend, was it wrong to fall for a guy you were writing to? She never had a boyfriend before, so it wasn’t like she really knew what it was like. “And I told him that I’d go to the Yule Ball with him. That’s when we plan on meeting. He’s even going to match my dress…[/color]” she said softly, her lips curled up into a small as she felt her cheeks begin to glow a bit of a rosy red.

“Unless you have any other reason why I shouldn’t?[/color]” she turned to look at Faolon once more to see if perhaps he would tell her what he’s hiding. She just hoped that he didn’t tell her who it was, because she really didn’t want her surprise to be ruined.
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