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"We're here for a good time, not a long time."x

F U L LXN A M E
Isabeau Monet Chase

N I C K N A M E (S)
Isa (ee-sa)

B I R T H D A Y
December 1st

A G E
18

Y E A R
7th

S E X U A L I T Y
Pansexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Italian | British | French

H O M E T O W N
Brixton, London, England

H E X
#593131

S T Y L E
Isabeau dresses to impress - herself. She has a very specific liking for Jean jackets and flannels. If you see her without one or the other then she's usually simply in a tshirt and jeans. In the fall/winter months she tends to run around in turtlenecks but refuses to wear actual winter clothes. She'd rather freeze. She doesnt particularly like formal dress but doesn't refuse to wear dresses if required. She's fairly laid back about dress codes but for the most part likes to 'decorate' her school robes with pins and buttons of all kinds. Most of the time (meaning anytime she isn't on the pitch practicing or actively playing) she tends to wear various jewelry. Thick corded or leather bracelets and layered necklaces. As well as each of her ears are pierced four times.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5'10", 170lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
Isabeau takes pride in herself. As far as she's concerned she's hot as fuck and nobody can tell her otherwise. If that's considered conceited then she doesnt particularly care. In her past she rarely smiled, but these days she's come to terms with the extra long and sharp canine teeth she sports. She usually wears a thin layer of make-up. Eyeliner, lip gloss. And sometimes foundation to cover up the various moles and freckles on her face. Her hair is usually left in a semi-messy state, either half up or left down to flow wild and free. She has a few notable scars, mostly on her arms but a few on her legs and one notable one underneath her chin from a fight she got into as a kid. Its only visible if she looks up or if you're short enough that you have to look up at her.

L I K E S
Isabeau Loves Spiders, if she could successfully have an army of them she would - She also loves snakes - Honestly add just about anything creepy or misunderstood to that list, she loves them all - She likes parties - Loud music, and by loud it better be eardrum bustingly loud - Music with a lot of bass - Weed, helps keep her temper under wraps; can't be too pissy when you're that toasted - Dark sodas - Blood Pops from Honeydukes - Quidditch - Sparring/Dueling - Learning about/meeting/being around magical creatures - Teasing others (usually in a non mean way) - shit talking with friends/frenemies/rivals - Competition -

D I S L I K E S
Being asked about her condition - Garlic (it will...literally kill her.) - Jokes about Vampires - Her parents lifestyle - Being completely alone - Getting called on in class - Having to speak publicly, not because she's anxious about it but rather because she see's no point in it most of the time - long speeches of any kind; even motivational ones - Motels - Cramped spaces - Most sweets (blood pops are an exception to the rule) - Divinition (she prefers NOT to think of the future, thanks.) - Being left out - People being mean to her friends - being home -

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Sarcastic, fiery, outright a bitch? Sometimes all three at once even. Isabeau of course isn't always pissed off, but it is fairly easy to get her going. Whether its from a personal sleight or at the defense of a friend. She takes no shit from anybody. It's just the way things are with her. Anger is her defense most of the time. Especially from pain. She doesn't withdraw or become sad when others choose to try and knock her down, she gets angry and when she gets angry things go sideways real fast. This is why she's had to toughen herself up. Harden her heart against emotional and physical pain. Before she wound up getting expelled or worse.

Truthfully Isabeau is afraid of a lot of things. So many things that are out of her control and that makes her feel far too small in a world that's just too large. She often feels a since of displacement. Like she doesn't quite belong where she is. It's as if one day all the good things in her life are going to get ripped away from her and she simply doesn't not fuck with that vision. The closer she comes to no longer calling Hogwarts her home the more anxious she becomes. Some day she'll have to go back out into the world, and she'll have to navigate it and hope that she can find somewhere to exist that won't judge her for her blood.

Usually she puts up a mask to hide all the insecurities and anxieties. Confidence (and sometimes arrogance) in the face of fear and all that. She's all smiles and self-deprecating humor when with friends. Constantly joking around, getting into messy shenanigans and generally pretending that she isn't a boiling pot of mixed emotions just below the surface. Isabeau can be considered a bit weird. She didn't exactly have a normal childhood and that reflects in the way she does things today. Too independent, or not independent enough. More likely to follow her instincts than to follow any predetermined knowledge of what she's doing. She takes the punches as they come and tries her best to roll with them. Sometimes she manages it, and other times she falls short.

The good thing about her is that she is fairly dependable. She'll always try to be there when she's needed even at her own personal risk. She doesn't want to ever wind up like her parents so she tries to do the opposite of what she thinks they would do in any given situation. She values her friends very very highly. If you happen to be one of her friends or even someone she admires then you're in luck. She'll do anything to make her friends happy and can often forget about herself in the process.

F A M I L Y
The thing about family is...well, if they don't give a shit about you then why remember them at all? As far as Isabeau is concerned her home until graduation is Hogwarts, her friends are her family, and she doesn't need biology to get in the way.

Jacques Chase | Father | Half-Vampire
"He'd prefer the open road and freedom from responsibility over Isabeau."

Chiara Bianchi | Mother | Witch
"A fairly non-existant figure. Only Merlin knows what she's doing these days."

H I S T O R Y
Children can learn to take care of themselves easily when its all they've ever known. Isabeau took to solitude with minimal problems. Being alone never bothered her. She knew how to keep herself entertained. Spent days entrenched in fantasy worlds she made up in her mind.

The thing is that Isabeau wasn't always alone. The alternative to the abandonment was the overcompensation from a mother half-mad with the hope of her returned youth and a father that may have meant well but still spent more time away than he did with his child. Her resentment for the both of them persists to this day despite the fact that she rarely has contact with them.

Isabeau, for the first 11 years of her life had a wildly fun childhood - at least from the child's point of view. Born in the back of a broken down tour bus on the way to some crummy gig in the middle of nowhere. She was the product of an aspiring Rockstar and the groupie witch that followed him to every show. Her father fancied himself as the next Lorcan D'eath but truthfully that was so much of a reach he would have to build a ladder to outer space to grasp it. The Only thing her father and Lorcan ever had in common was the vampiric blood that ran through their veins. Otherwise, Jacques may as well have just been some copycat trying to ride the coattails of vampirism to fame.

Still, he and his crack band of merry musicians managed to rise high enough in the ranks that they toured regularly around all of europe and even travelled to the US a few times. When Isabeau was born she and her mother went along for the ride. They lived in that tour bus off and on for years, though they always had a house to return to. But her mother was obsessive, distrustful, and altogether refused to let Jacques out of her site. Even for long enough to provide a normal life for Isabeau. At that time it was fun to constantly be traveling. She had no bedtime, no rules, she stayed up till the sun rose and slept til late in the day. She ate as much candy as she wanted and was spoiled silly by her father and his bandmates. Her mother was more interested in her own life, and was the type to become jealous even of her own kid.

But it wasn't by any means a good way of living for a child. She needed stability, safety, and parents that were willing to put themselves aside for her. As it stood, she developed a rather startling independence at a young age. Especially since her parents often forgot she required them to provide for her. She was cooking, cleaning, and putting herself to bed regularly. As far as her education went she was severely lacking, and she had no friends her age to speak of.

Her parents hadn't been expecting a letter to come for her and when it did they were rather surprised. After all, Isabeau was a half-breed by nature. And though the magic blood was more prominent it was still clear what she was. Even if she didn't outwardly show vampiric traits she was still related in name to one that happened to be well-enough known in the wizarding world. Luckily, with the Society for the Tolerance of Vampires on the rise, it became less of a problem for Isabeau to attend Hogwarts than expected. There were always going to be some reservations of course, but McGonagall made it clear that she was more than welcome at the school, vampire blood or not.

Hogwarts was a huge culture shock for her, for the first time there were rules she had to follow. Places she couldn't go, and people her age to be around. There were of course a few hitches along the way. Kids that mocked her for being a half-breed, despite how many times she tried to explain that 'no, I don't drink blood.' and 'yes, I can be in the sun.' The bullying didn't bother her so much. It was the idea of not belonging that really got to her. She was a loner for her first couple of years. Her favorite times were the holidays, she rarely went home unless it was during the break between one year and the next. She spent her holidays exploring the castle, finding every nook and cranny she could and generally getting underfoot of the professors.

Unfortunately, when she did go home it was to an empty house. If her mother was there she wasn't really there. Chiara had always been vacant with her daughter. Being present long enough to put food in the house but never staying long. Other times, Isabeau would save up as many galleons as she could to ensure she could make it through the summer without having to ration. As she aged she had begun to resent her parents for who they were and avoided contact with them if possible.

As time went on Isabeau made more friends. She had a habit of getting along with the outcasts and loners. The ones that were mocked like she once had been or generally just the quieter folk that didn't mind her biting attitude too much.

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B L O O DXS T A T U S
Half-Blood

W A N D
10" Red Oak, Dragon Heartstring Core, Flexible

P A T R O N U S
Sparrowhawk

H O U S E
Gryffindor

B O G G A R T
Lightening

F A M I L I A R
Her Highness The Most Scary Spider aka Rosie, a red knee tarantula.

S P E C I A L I Z E SXI N
Offensive Magic

F A V O R I T EXC L A S S
DADA

T A L E N T S
Quidditch - Hand To Hand - Offensive Magic - DADA - Hexes - Better Eyesight at Night - Better Sense of Smell

S T R E N G T H S
Dependable - Hardworking - Steadfast - Brave - Protective - High Pain Tolerance

W E A K N E S S E S
Sarcastic - Fiery Temper - Physically Aggressive - Arrogant - Reactive - Demanding - Discipline

H A L F B R E E D
Isabeau is 1/4th of a vampire. Meaning her mother, a witch, got it on with her father, a half-vampire, and from the unholy union she popped out. Being 1/4th of a vampire is just about as useless and being a half. She mainly managed to get more perks from it than anything. And since she isn't completely a vampire she isn't sickly pale and dead looking. Instead, she's simply inherited sharper teeth, better senses, and a slight (but not life sustaining) liking for the taste of blood (she loved the blood pops from honeydukes.) Other than that she doesn't need blood to live. She can walk in the sun. She can even attend church if she really, really felt so inclined. But she did inherit a wicked garlic allergy - so that's fun.

So begins...

Isabeau Chase's Story

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#2020-08-18 18:37:08, as written by Wolf's Bane109

The smell of fresh smoke. The rumbling of voices echoed. The clatter of metal trollies scraping across the ancient station's stone brick floor, as well as the thudding of countless footsteps of first years. The old train station that secretly held the platform known as Nine and Three quarters was alive once again. First year students were mixed among the older students that were simply saying goodbye to their loved ones and got onto the train, as the young ones shed a few tears as they'd be leaving their wizarding parents or guardians for the first time.

Where were they off to? No other place than Hogwarts, the School Of Witch Craft and Wizardry. It was once the most popular wizarding school in the world, secretly tucked away in Scotland. Hidden away from Muggle knowledge, as well as the rest of the world, that was until May 2nd, 1999. A tragic event that shook the world by storm, The Batte Of Hogwarts. The Dark Lord, whatever else one may want to call him, Lord Voldermort who was once called Tom Riddle, and his band of Death Eaters and followers attacked the school simply for the last Horcrux, as well as Pure Blood Supremacy and to end all blood ties that weren't pure. But there was one thing that stood in his way, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived and all the students that gave their lives to help defend the old school, and each other. But as years passed, the death of Voldemort and few of his underlings still hiding in the shadows, Hogwarts had since slowly come back to its former glory.

It has been two full decades since the Battle Of Hogwarts happened, and the reopening of the school. A handful of old professors returned to the school, as well as a few others. This would be a hopeful year for the students, as some are going for their last year, or their first year at the famous school. Students young and old said their goodbyes and slowly boarded onto the train.

That was two weeks ago...

Jessie Carter

| Slytherin | Parseltongue x|x#026e4f |

The sun crested over the tips and walls of the ancient castle as the surrounding animals and wild life awoke with the rising sun. Most of the professors and staff were well awake for a few hours by the time came for the students to wake up and prepare for the day. After struggling to find themselves rolling out of bed, most half dressed by the time they hobbled into the Great Hall, still adjusting their uniforms, they split into groups for their respective Houses and sat down as they awaited for breakfast to be served with came in waves with varieties of food that would make any normal muggle salivate with a single smell. But for these students, it was all too common and familiar, almost immediately falling back into routine as they all woke up after finally getting some food into their bellies, well, some woke up faster than others.

Jessie was busy wiping the sleep from her eyes as she had fallen asleep far too late the previous night as the first few week gitters were still in her system. Even if it was her last year, she still felt a bit of anxiety course through her veins every year she came here, even if this was their second semester of this year. Some things just never changed apparently. But, some things did and some part of the young Slytherin could feel it. Something was off, ever since she stepped back onto the grounds, Hogwarts itself felt a bit off, even if the others didn't feel it. She was shaken from her thoughts as the tong of one of the first bells sounded, signalling they had thirty minutes left before they'd have to prepare for their morning classes.

All that the young blonde had on her mind to help distract herself from her thoughts was the fact that they'd be having a Quidditch game latter that day in the mid afternoon, with another one to follow later that night. First up would be Gryffindor vs Slytherin, and then Hufflepuff vs Ravenclaw in the later hours of the day. They'd still have time, and at least she'd have something to look forward to. Not that things were ever a bore, especially considering she had all her friends, things were just tense, and she didn't think anyone else felt it, and if they did, damn were they doing a good way of hiding how they felt.

Jessie was about midway through her breakfast as she looked around the crowd of students, busily digging into their food. Her eyes scanned for a specific face, one she still didn't see since she woke up. Tilting her head to the side as she spoke, "You haven't seen Cas either right?" she asked the platinum blonde male Slytherin and wrapped one of her arms around his shoulder. "Assuming they've overslept again, huh?" she said teasingly to Eden. Removing a small piece of paper from her cloak, she quickly wrote something down and after casting a short enchantment spell, she watched as the paper formed into a small paper airplane and quickly dashed out of the Great Hall and disapeared out of sight. "That should help wake them up a bit, don't ya think?" the Slytherin teased as she put her wand back away in her cloak.

Leaning back over to Eden, laying her head on his shoulder, "You ready to fuck up some Gryffindors later today, mate?" she said with a jovial smile as she let him go from her iron grip, making sure her voice would have been heard by a few certain students that sat down from them by only a few chairs. Casting a small wink at one of the students, a certain red haired, female Gryffindor, before looking back away to her fellow House mates and listened to their ramblings as they finished their breakfast.

Castiella Monroe

| Hufflepuff | Werewolf x|x#a82b02 |

The morning sun began to streak its way through the large, stain glass windows of one of the dormitories as multiple figures were still fast asleep in their beds. Being back to the old routine after only two weeks of being back for the semester hadn't full set in yet, and often times some students were still fast asleep as others were already down to the Great Hall for breakfast. It was only when a piece of paper that was shaped like a poorly crafted airplane was sent under the crack of the dorm door and found its target in the ear of a sleeping red head. "What the fuck..?" a soft voice mumbled as the figure that received the pointed end of the paper to their ear sat up grumpily. Rubbing the sleep from their eyes, Castiella un-crumpled the paper and quickly read it over, their eyes widened. "Oh shit! We're gonna be late, again! Shit!" they cursed, tossing the blankets off of them as they quickly jumped out of bed, taking a few pillows and tossed one each at the other three sleeping forms in their respective beds. "Kai! Lex! Elise! We overslept, again! Hurry up and get dressed or we're gonna be late...Well, later than we already are!" they shouted, bare feet stumbling across cold, hard wood floors sent them quickly running to find socks. Seeing as it was still just getting into spring, someone must have forgot to set the heater in the room to go all night, which would explain the cold air in the room.

Cas came back a few short minutes later as they had finished changing into their uniform as they finished up brushing their hair and applied as minimum of makeup as they could within a few short minutes. "They're gonna kill us if we're late like this again, already. Ya'll already know the drill. I take the heat for it and you get off as easily as they'll allow. Got it? Besides, they can't be too mad at us...We're only...thirty minutes late for breakfast, fantastic." their voice dipped off into a minor mumble as they checked their watch on their left wrist. Looking back up at the others that had finished getting dressed, "Alright, let's go already, bitches." they gestured as they flung the dormitory door open and began to make their way out of the room behind the other three, while struggling with their tie as the small group made their way to the Great Hall.

The small group stumbled down the halls as they tried to quicken their pace, they needed to get there for at least fifteen minutes. Cas would feel bad if they had made everyone late and had them miss out on getting their breakfast. The four exchanged small talk and jokes as they made their way towards the main archway to the Great Hall. "Monroe? A word, if you please?" a voice called out, which caused Castiella to stop and turn their head nervously to where the voice had called from. Cas gave a small wave and gestured with their hand to give them a moment. "Hey uh, you three go on ahead, I'll just be a moment." the Hufflepuff said with a small smile as they turned and made their way over to the figure that had asked to speak with them.

Castiella shambled over with a coy smile on their face, leaning against the wall, "Morning, Professor." Cas said nervously, ringing their hands together. "I trust you slept well, Castiella." the professor said with a chipper smile. Cas sighed as they rubbed their face, "How much trouble am I in?" preparing theirself for the worst. The old woman sighed, placing a gentle hand on the student's shoulder, "Just try to keep them in check, yes? This may be your last year, but Cas. You can't drag them down with you. It's your duty as an older student, the Quidditch Captain, and most importantly Prefect to be an example." Cas gave a small nod of their head, rubbing the back of their neck as they did so, "I know...I know. I'm sorry. Things are just, rough. You know. I'll try to be better, but I will have to take this next meeting off...If that's okay?" the old professor gave Castiella a small smile, "I understand. You don't need to apologize. Just, go get some food, maybe that will wake you up a bit." Cas gave the woman a smile, "Thank you, McGonagall. I owe you." they gave the headmistress a small nod and smile before turning and made their way back to the Great Hall, and found themselves making their way to where their friends were. Cas took their seat in the middle of two of their friends, "Boom..." Cas poorly imitated the sound of an explosion as they placed their head on their hands that were placed infront of her on the table, looking up at Lex, "They're gonna kill me one of these days, I can feel it...Or worse, gonna get expelled." Cas muttered teasingly before lifting their head from the table and placing it on Lex's shoulder as they sighed.

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#2020-10-16 01:50:28, as written by Venuskyy

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Crispin usually liked the Great Hall in the mornings. Usually up and out of bed first thing in the morning, dressed in his robes and with his wild mane of hair tamed back into a bun. He would tuck a book beneath one arm and head out towards the promise of breakfast gratefully. He tended to arrive earlier than most did. Taking a seat at the Ravenclaw table and cracking open his book of choice. This one was something written by a muggle about witches, it was interesting to see the muggle interpretation of witches, if not downright hilarious at times.

It wouldn't be long though until others began to filter in. Today was a particularly important day, with the promise of a Gryffindor Vs. Slytherin Quidditch match later in the day it was bound to get all kinds of crazy. Crispin didn't think he had ever seen the Ravenclaw team get nearly as excitable about their matches as those two did. But that was to be expected. Those two houses were on a whole different level.

Soon enough he was joined by others of his house, including his friend Kiara.

"What's your bet on the Slytherin and Gryffindor quidditch game today?" She asked with her eyebrows raised.

"They've both got strong line ups," he shrugged, glancing over towards the Gryffindors table, where Kit was making a game out of throwing orange slices in the air and catching them in her mouth. He shook his head exasperatedly, returning his attention to Kiara. "but I'm obligated to cheer on Gryffindor." Though if he were being honest, he could easily see Slytherin taking the win.

But Quidditch wasn't really his forte anyways, that was Kits territory. His place in the stands, cheering on his sister had always suited him just fine. One athlete in the family was plenty enough. He didn't want to seem rude - especially towards his good friend - so he placed the book to his side, but his capacity for conversations in the early morning always seemed to be far less than at any other point in the day. His natural quiet left him grasping for anything else to say about it, but it didn't seem to matter as he was saved by the arrival of Seong-Min to their table.

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Kit always woke before the sun could even begin to crest the horizon. One would think that this would give her plenty of time to be productive. Get some schoolwork done or maybe even read ahead in some of her classes - that would have been the perfect use of this time. Hah. As if. Instead she raced to get dressed, ignoring the way her hair flopped messily into her face as she made an unbearable amount of ruckus in her pursuit. In her haste she nearly tripped over Callie, the little tortoiseshell cat yowling her displeasure at the rough treatment. One of her dorm mates groaned, another growled at her to 'shut up Kit!' but Kit wasn't chagrined in the least.

"Sorry!" She whispered to the darkness, scooping up Callie from the floor and dashing out of the dorm room. She waited until she was fully out of earshot in the common room to peer at the cat with a mock frown, "You'd think they'd be used to me by now, right Cawwie" The cat in question did not seem to enjoy being baby-talked, as she began to struggle from Kit's hold. Kicking her back feet until the girl finally opened her arms and let the cat jump down. Running away to curl up in a nearby chair before Kit could further interrupt her rest.

Kit didn't know what possessed her in the mornings, but the amount of energy that pulsed through her system was almost unbearable. Maybe it was the promise of a new day, or perhaps the excitement of the upcoming Quidditch game. And truly she was very, very excited to kick Slytherins ass. No doubt in her mind about it.

It was still a bit early so she decided not to go to the Great Hall right away. Instead, she headed towards the courtyard. Noting that the morning was finally beginning to set in. She took a deep breath of the fresh air and leaned forward to ensure her shoes were properly tied. Nothing like a quick run to get her blood pumping. Besides, she needed to let off some of that excess energy before it drove her absolutely mad. She was on her third lap before the sun had fully risen and the growling of her stomach could no longer be ignored. She wondered if Crispin was already at the great hall - if he was there then he'd have his head buried in some dinky old book. Kit would never understand the appeal.

The great hall was already fairly packed by the time she made her way there. As she moved towards the table she spotted the origami otters at the Hufflepuffs table, scampering around, and laughed loudly. That was adorable, and absolutely brilliant. Kit couldn't wait to carry out some of her own plans, but for the moment she had to focus on today - there would be plenty of time for pranks for the rest of the year. She had many plans, and all the time in the world to carry them out.

Finally, she settled herself at the Gryffindors table, a bit down the way from Cassie and the group she was with, her hunger overtaking her for a moment as she greedily reached for the plate of bacon. Stuffing a fair amount in her mouth as she listened to the nearby conversations. Most everyone was discussing the upcoming game, wondering who would win. Kit wanted to chime in that, 'Gryffindor of course,' would be the obvious choice but was too busy stuffing her face to let that bit of egoism slip through. Though she thought it would be fun to stir up the growing crowd a bit.

At some point she noticed Crispin glancing back at her as she tossed an orange slice into her mouth. She grinned, standing up and heading towards the table where he sat. She slid into the nearest open seat, nearly elbowing a first year in the face as she did so. "Sorry kid!" her sincerity completely squashed by the laugh that followed. Crispin shook his head, though she could easily see the slight twist to his lips.

"Hey guys! How's it going?" Though she was intent on Crispins attention she looked passed him to Kiara and Seong-Min. She wasn't particularly close with either of them, but Kit had a tendency to be overly friendly with just about anyone.

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Despite the insistence of the risen sun beaming directly into the tower Isabeau did not dare to open her eyes just yet. She was deeply exhausted from staying up far too late. It was an impulse she seemed incapable of committing to each and every night. It had begun to weigh on her, visibly even. But the night was far more peaceful than the day, and it felt as if she achieved nothing - not classwork, not reading, nor any particular hobbies - unless the moon was fully settled in the sky.

To say the least, she did not want to get up. The very thought of dragging herself from the bed brought an angry grumble to her lips. She blinked, squinting against the harsh light. But the day wasn't going to just wait for her to start, she knew that much. So with a lot of huffing, puffing, and curse words slipped under her breath she managed to wrestle herself from the bed and into her clothes.

Looking into the mirror was a mistake - she looked more like a ghost than usual, which was absolutely saying something. She spent the next few minutes doing her measured best to brush the frizzy mess of her hair down and apply as much makeup as it took to bring some warmth back into her appearance. In the end, she at least looked as if she hadn't spent half the night awake, and most of her morning bedraggled. Small victories.

Isabeau took the stairs two at a time on her way to the Great Hall, a little more energetic now that she wasn't so entrenched in sleep. She was excited for the game later. Quidditch was the most therapeutic way of getting all her aggression out. The days after a game, whether they won or lost, always left her feeling a more peaceful than usual.

Though she wanted very little to do with the idea of breakfast she knew how radical her teammates (Or rather their Captain) would get if she skipped out on the most important meal of the day. As she gnawed on some toast she scanned the hall, noting that everyone seemed to be just a bit riled up. Whether by the game, or the upcoming tournament, or the ball that was being held as well. Isabeau dreaded the idea of any sort of formal dance. Give her a party any day, sure, but the whole concept of the ball gave her more anxiety than she could account for - and she didn't have a date, which in and of itself wasn't problematic for her. She was more than happy to go stag, but it still felt like more effort than she was willing to part with.

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Isabeau Chase

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a character in “Hogwarts: A Dark New Age”, as played by Venuskyy

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