Room 406, evening
Aug. 20th, 2007 09:14 pmAfter thinking quite a bit, and listening to last night's radio one more time, Isabel finally had an idea about what to do to annoy Umbridge for what she did to Johnny and Peter.
Smirking a lot, Isabel sat on her bed with her laptop and Photoshop up and running.
The door was open.
Smirking a lot, Isabel sat on her bed with her laptop and Photoshop up and running.
The door was open.
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Date: 2007-08-21 02:32 am (UTC)She laced her fingers through his and squeezed. "This works. And I might require the occasional poke if I start to brood too much."
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Date: 2007-08-21 02:50 am (UTC)It was hard to ignore the voice in brain that said she shouldn't be feeling happy while Max and Michael were in danger, but for the moment, Isabel managed to tune it out.