Room 406, Saturday afternoon
Apr. 7th, 2007 08:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izzyalienqueenIsabel wasn't sure what time she finally left Cedric's room. All she remembered was that it was very, very late and that she was glad the spell had finally broken.
It hadn't been the best of weeks. A dinner that was supposed to fun was entirely too angst-ridden. And although some classes had been fun. Others? Well, the company was good, but being on guard against possessed people wasn't. Fortunately research had given them answers and others were able to fix things. Although after finally checking her messages, Isabel was worried some people might be hurt beyond repair. After leaving a message of her own, it was finally time for bed.
She slept in late Saturday morning, then got up and and started gathering supplies for poster-making this evening. Half distracted in a search for glitter and markers, Isabel never looked at caller ID.
"Hello? Isabel? Honey is that you?" a familiar and very worried voice asked through the phone.
Shocked, Isabel sat down on the bed.
"Who is this? Please. I'm looking for my daughter."
"It's me dad," she said finally, her voice shaking.
[ooc: Open although most likely it'll be SP till this evening.]
It hadn't been the best of weeks. A dinner that was supposed to fun was entirely too angst-ridden. And although some classes had been fun. Others? Well, the company was good, but being on guard against possessed people wasn't. Fortunately research had given them answers and others were able to fix things. Although after finally checking her messages, Isabel was worried some people might be hurt beyond repair. After leaving a message of her own, it was finally time for bed.
She slept in late Saturday morning, then got up and and started gathering supplies for poster-making this evening. Half distracted in a search for glitter and markers, Isabel never looked at caller ID.
"Hello? Isabel? Honey is that you?" a familiar and very worried voice asked through the phone.
Shocked, Isabel sat down on the bed.
"Who is this? Please. I'm looking for my daughter."
"It's me dad," she said finally, her voice shaking.
[ooc: Open although most likely it'll be SP till this evening.]
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