Isabel 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.]