izzyalienqueen: (Joy)
Work and being social meant that Isabel was more then content to spend Sunday quietly in her room doing some writing, reading for class and surfing around on the web.

Then the phone rang. Recognizing the number, Isabel flipped open the phone. "Hi Maria. What's up?"

For once, it was good news )

Thirty minutes later, Isabel hung up the phone and sat in stunned silence for a few minutes as the shock wore off. Then she let out a yell of pure glee, before starting to pack.

The door was open.
Keeping busy was one way not to think. Between multiple common rooms and library, class and helping out Charlie, and a pleasant lunch of ice cream, Isabel has managed to avoid thinking about what was bothering her.

Tonight, the distraction was the gothic romance John had recommended to her in the library yesterday.

The door was open.
Isabel wasn't certain what time she finally got home after prom night. All she knew was it was late and she was exhausted from dancing and excitement.

It was after twelve when she finally woke up, and much later when she finally got off the phone with her mother. Diane Evans had enjoyed hearing all the details about prom, and now that she finally knew the truth about her daughter, she liked hearing stories about her friends.

After finally hanging up the phone, Isabel opened the door to her room and stretched out on her bed to read, stopping occasionally to smile at the tiara on her desk.

[ooc: Door and post are open.]
izzyalienqueen: (Crap)
After staying up late for charades the night before, Isabel had slept in late, planning on spending a lazy day doing homework and some reading. She was not going to think about where she was going tomorrow night. Nor was she going to watch the clock and worry about friends that were off planet at the moment.

Company would help with that, so Isabel made a quick trip to town and then a stop down the hall. Anyone wandering by would find Isabel and Cedric sharing bagels and coffee while watching Annie stalk about the room.

[ooc: Locked to [livejournal.com profile] chasingsnitches please.]
After the stress of yesterday, the charades, the magical solution, the discussion with the Halliwells, talking to Anders, and then a restless night's sleep disturbed by dreams of Bel and the Source, Isabel returned to her room after Revolutions and settled in for some comfort reading.

The door was open.
Isabel had been busy the last two days. Library duty, followed by Dean's party, a visit to Peter, coffee with Xander and pursuing and being pursued in Ares'class today. It had given her a lot to think about.

Like the fact that she could never face Creepy Guy ever again. And that Xander had obviously returned from some sort of bizarro universe. Cause seriously, the other version of her had been married? Isabel was pretty sure she'd be dubya tee effing over that for a long, long time.

But the thing that had her most concerned was her conversation with Anders. Which is why Isabel's sitting with her headphones on, replaying the radio broadcasts for the last few weeks and taking notes every time Anders' name was mentioned.

[ooc: mostly establishy. But open if you don't mind SP since I'm going to bed soon.]
After a quick trip down the hall and a weekend of being entirely too damn social, Isabel is ready for a quiet night in with a good book.

The radio's playing, Annie's curled up on her feet and the door is open.

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