I Just Want To Be Normal

After last night's festivities and working today, Isabel was ready for a quiet night in. She made herself a hot chocolate, minus the whipped cream because she was still semi-traumatized, then settled in to write a few more essays.

The door was open.

[OOC: Okay to say Ronan came by, conversation itself is NFB. Anyone else stopping by would be prior to Ronan.]

The nice thing about how Isabel's classes were scheduled was that the week ended on Wednesday. Five day weekends were wonderful, although to be honest, her current schedule left her plenty of time to mock musicians, email or otherwise be social. She'd even had time to investigate a newcomer and discuss her worries about him. Just to be on the safe side, Isabel decided to check with some other sources. Picking up the phone, she dialed a number.

The door was open.