Not Again! (Isaac)

[malfoy]

Mr. Malfoy chuckled, but Mrs. Malfoy however narrowed her eyes. Isaac's mother felt that anyone worthy of being social with the Malfoy family ought to have servants tending to them at every turn. Isaac hated this. "Don't have house elves where you live?" Mrs. Malfoy said coolly, then took a sip of tea through pursed lips. Isaac rolled his eyes at her, he hated his parents.

[rebel]

"Vanessa" laughed, her bell-like voice creating a musical essence throughout the room. "Of course Madame. How wouldn't?" she replied cooly. Taking a small sip of her tea, she felt her disguise slipping. Concentrating ever so hard on her Metamorphagus, she looked absentmindedly at the backwall of the room.

[malfoy]

Isaac noticed roots of lighter brunette showing through "Vanessa's" black hair. They needed out of there. Isaac looked at his watch, then smiled softly, he had the perfect excuse. "Oh, look at the time Vanessa! We'll miss our reservation if we don't get moving!" Isaac said.

[rebel]

"Vanessa" smiled. "Of course." she replied.

[malfoy]

"We must get going, mother, father. Thanks for the tea." Isaac said, then placed his undrunk tea back on one of the trays. He hurriedly left, occasionally glancing back at "Vanessa", the house was labyrinth, and he didn't want her to get lost.

[rebel]

"Vanessa" made her way through the house with ease, followed Isaac's footsteps almost exactly. She was rather mental that way. They made it outside quickly, and they were out of visible sight range, she dropped her disguise, her red mop coming through her black hair. "Well, that was fun." she replied, shaking her hair out for any traces of black still visible.

[malfoy]

"Hardly. I don't know much about Metamorphagi, but are your disguises supposed to fade like that?" Isaac asked once he knew they were a block away from the manor. That must suck if they did, it could be annoying, and if in a bad situation, fatal.

[rebel]

Jasmine shook her head. "No, they're not. There supposed to fade after long term use, but I have been only keeping this for one half hour. I can't imagine what was going on in my head at the moment." she responded, happy to be away from Malfoy Manor and away from Isaac's pestering parents.

[malfoy]

Isaac shrugged, as he had said, he didn't know much about Metamorphagi. "Perhaps you won't focusing enough on it or something." Isaac said. "No matter, we got through it alive, all should be fine now." His thoughts wandered as to what he was going to do today, after all, he had told his parents they had a reservation, they wouldn't expect him back until ten or later...

[rebel]

Jasmine wandered along beside Isaac, still tossing her red hair back and forth. She was keeping perfect time next to Isaac. " What are you planning on doing while you have your 'Reservation'?" she asked, taking a sidestep to look at him.

[malfoy]

That had been the question Isaac had been pondering for the past few moments. He really didn't know. He could probably don the hood of his cloak and go into a pub without attracting attention. "I don't know. Where's Gabriella?" he asked, looking around, she should have been there by now, right?

[rebel]

Jasmine shrugged. "Making preparations for... well, I honestly don't know what." she replied She quickly fell back into step with Isaac, donning the hood of her cloak in case Draco had followed them outside into the fresh open air.

[malfoy]

His father had remained in the house. Isaac bit his lip, his mind wasn't anywhere near here. It was freely wading through happy memories. They were happy, but they still stung He knew they were going to be just that the rest of his life, memories. Isaac wanted her back.

[rebel]

Jasmine didn't have to be a telepathic to know what that distant look in Isaac's eyes meant. "Gabs is crazy for you Isaac. She's just stunned." she replied, shooting a sidewards glance to Isaac. She had a mother's type intuition, she knew who was thinking what, just with the look upon their face.

[malfoy]

"Yeah, but I'm still crazy about her." Isaac said with a sigh, knowing the inevitable question of "Then why did you break up?" would be coming in a matter of seconds. He didn't really feel like discussing the matter. "Please don't tell her I said that." Isaac pleaded, then with a crack like a whip, he Disapparated to the Leaky Cauldron. "Butterbeer, please." Isaac said to the bartender, then sat himself in the corner, donning his hood.