Diane Evans pulled the bedroom door halfway shut before walking a few feet down the hall way. As she suspected the sound of childish voices and soft laughter quickly began.

"I can hear you," she said, shaking her head in amusement. Guilty silence followed but Diane doubted it would last long. Still, in the long run, it wouldn't matter. If this weekend was anything like the last weekend her daughter and her boyfriend had spent as young children, they'd be back to normal in the morning with nothing but a sugar hangover and a new set of pictures on her camera to show for it.

There was another quickly stifled round of giggles before two voices calling out, "Night Mom!" "Night Mrs. Evans..."

"Good night! Now sleep!" And please, please be adults when you wake up in the morning, was her unspoken added wish.

[For phone calls or the wee boyfriend if he's not distracted by football.]
The day's plans were supposed to include shopping, lunch out, and possibly some dancing later that evening. Except those were the plans of 20 year old Isabel. Six year old Isabel was much happier spending the afternoon at the park playing on the swings, happily looking forward to a promised dinner at the Crashdown.

"Parker! Wyatt! Maria! Look at me! I'm almost flying!"
The day's plans were supposed to include shopping, lunch out, and possibly some dancing later that evening. Except those were the plans of 20 year old Isabel. Six year old Isabel was much happier spending the afternoon at the park playing on the swings, happily looking forward to a promised dinner at the Crashdown.

"Parker! Wyatt! Maria! Look at me! I'm almost flying!"
Wyatt had turned up shortly after Isabel had called Parker and they'd had a good laugh over the thought of what would happen if they suddenly turned up at Parker's door. Valuing life and limb, they'd instead headed off to Roswell as promised to meet her family for her parents' anniversary dinner.

It had been a wonderful evening, surrounded by family and friends. Which only got better when she'd gone to sleep late that night curled up with Wyatt, content with their plans for the next day.

Plans that were no doubt going to change after a wee Isabel woke up, stared at the boy in her bed for a long minute and then screamed.

"MOMMY!!!!!"

[For the wee boyfriend and potential massive SP]
It was still dark out when Isabel woke up from a very vivid dream involving castles, dragons and, for a change of pace, the princess saving the prince. She turned to snuggle back up with Wyatt then frowned when she realized he wasn't there and was instead asleep in the other bed.

Then she remembered why he was over there.

Isabel sighed as she remembered the make-up, the tabasco soaked pancakes, and god help her, the puppy love. She only hoped there weren't many pictures.

With a grin, she climbed out of her bed, climbed into the other bed and snuggled up close to Wyatt. Within minutes she was back asleep.
Saturday had been busy, but today had been even busier. Isabel had had a very busy day. In fact it had been so busy that Wyatt didn't catch up with her until he handwavily found her in the common room with the polar bear. They went back to her room where Isabel managed to get herself cleaned up (although there might have still been some blue eye shadow smeared in the corners of her eyes) and dressed in her penguin pajamas. That was when she got the bright idea to make a phone call.

Once Wyatt hung up the phone, Isabel yawned once more. "I'm tired."
Isabel had woken up hungry. Wyatt was still sleeping and she knew it wasn't nice to wake big people up on a Saturday morning, so she quietly slipped on her bunny slippers and went in search of food.

A while later she returned with a plate full of pancakes (although to be technical it was more syrup and Tabasco then pancakes) and set them on the desk. After looking at the clock, and she could tell time because she was a big girl, she decided it was time to wake up. So she poked him hard in the side. "Wyatt! Wake up! I've got breakfast."
After enjoying way too much ice cream last night, and then stopping by to make sure the wee time agent and wizard were tucked in, Isabel returned to her room and actually had a relatively peaceful night's sleep. Up early, she stretched and went for an extended run about the island, enjoying the good weather.

After a shower and lunch, she called her mom to fill her in on the details of the weekend.

The door was open and there was a broom sitting on the extra bed.
After getting Jack settled for the night, Isabel remembered another conversation from earlier in the day. Two minutes later, she was out the door and heading down the hall.

She used her powers to open the door and slipped inside, smiling when she saw Cedric sleeping in the glow of the star lamp. A quick search turned up his broom, and Isabel took it, hanging a note (in script - Cedric, When you can read this, come see me. Isabel) in it's place.

After adjusting the covers, Isabel slipped back out the door and returned to her room where she hid the broom in her closet.

[ooc: Cedric, his room, and his broom, all modded with permission.]
A week that had included library duty, a night out at Caritas, movies with a friend, exams, and plotting a rescue mission meant that Isabel was pretty damn tired when she went to bed on Friday night. Unfortunately the conversation with Rikku brought memories and Isabel didn't actually get into a deep sleep until some time just before dawn. She slept till noon when the sound of yelling and chaos in the hallways woke her.

A quick look out her door found Isabel shutting it quickly. Beyond grateful to whatever quirk of Fandom left her still eighteen, she decided an afternoon with a good book was much better then weetiny chaos.

After a quiet afternoon, Isabel finally got out her camera and opened her door.
Over all it's been a good weekend. The dance was wonderful, and weetiny adults were amusing and entertaining. Even if some of them did leave weird phone messages.

The overall good mood allowed her to forget about any weirdness, well other then being grateful that it didn't seem to have a lasting effect. It also let an unexpected conversation count as odd, rather then disturbing.

The door was open and Isabel could be heard occasionally singing along as she cleaned her room.



[Links to be added when I get time. Open to all.]
Isabel had spent the past two days hiding in her room pretending to be a scary bear. It was lonely, but she was too afraid of the bad men Max had warned her about to open her door and go out, even when she heard other kids go laughing by the door.

To pass the time she tried to color. But it was boring when you didn't have any crayons and had to use a pen. Every once in a while she would look at the door and try to work up the courage to go out.



[ooc: The project is done!!!!!! It's time to play!]

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