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Chapter 1 Choices
Isabel Raymoore lay awake on a small bed in a bare room peering out the window. The scenes were moving fast, jumping from a quiet street in the suburbs to a resort by the beach.
She turned away from the window and fiddled with a letter in her hand. The letter was from Professor Dumbledore the Headmaster at Hogwarts. She had expected that after what her mother had done she would have to leave Scotland, but she never expected to go to another Wizarding School, but two days ago this letter arrived. She packed up her things and boarded the night bus that evening.
It was still snowing when she had left her home in the highlands of Scotland. She had always loved the snow. The pure, soft water crystals symbolized everything she wanted to be. Everyone welcomes the presence of snow. The forever changing frozen droplets of water always seemed to blanket the land making everything special and worth while.
But Isabel knew better. Her stained past, her fate was going to catch up with her. It was foolish to dwell on what you want to be when your future is set in stone.
She hadn't felt like changing. She was still dressed in her gray wool skirt, white long sleeve shirt, black stockings, black shoes, and her old dark blue school robes.
Isabel put a hand to her face. Her pale skin was warm from the crackling fire on the other side of the room. Her long black locks fell into soft curls at her shoulder blades. Her features were soft and inviting. She had the look of innocence, few new better.
The door opened and a pimply boy stuck his head in.
"Ah, Miss?" He called questioningly. "Hogwarts stop is next."
Isabel nodded her consent before the boy shut the door, her pale green eyes still staring at the fire.
I should have ran she thought closing her eyes I should have gotten the hell out. I don't want to be here. Isabel opened her eyes and stood up. Her features know smeared with anger. Don't kid yourself. Nowhere could have been better than her. No matter where I go the same thing will happen. It's my fate. I have no choice.
The night bus screeched to a halt and Isabel grabbed her trunk and vowed to never run. She new what she had to do. There's no backing out. She opened the door and made her way to the exit. The same pimply boy smiled and held the door for her.
"Thanks for riding the Night Bus." He said smiling proudly.
Isabel smiled back leaving all her ill feelings on the bus behind her.
Chapter 1 Choices
Isabel Raymoore lay awake on a small bed in a bare room peering out the window. The scenes were moving fast, jumping from a quiet street in the suburbs to a resort by the beach.
She turned away from the window and fiddled with a letter in her hand. The letter was from Professor Dumbledore the Headmaster at Hogwarts. She had expected that after what her mother had done she would have to leave Scotland, but she never expected to go to another Wizarding School, but two days ago this letter arrived. She packed up her things and boarded the night bus that evening.
It was still snowing when she had left her home in the highlands of Scotland. She had always loved the snow. The pure, soft water crystals symbolized everything she wanted to be. Everyone welcomes the presence of snow. The forever changing frozen droplets of water always seemed to blanket the land making everything special and worth while.
But Isabel knew better. Her stained past, her fate was going to catch up with her. It was foolish to dwell on what you want to be when your future is set in stone.
She hadn't felt like changing. She was still dressed in her gray wool skirt, white long sleeve shirt, black stockings, black shoes, and her old dark blue school robes.
Isabel put a hand to her face. Her pale skin was warm from the crackling fire on the other side of the room. Her long black locks fell into soft curls at her shoulder blades. Her features were soft and inviting. She had the look of innocence, few new better.
The door opened and a pimply boy stuck his head in.
"Ah, Miss?" He called questioningly. "Hogwarts stop is next."
Isabel nodded her consent before the boy shut the door, her pale green eyes still staring at the fire.
I should have ran she thought closing her eyes I should have gotten the hell out. I don't want to be here. Isabel opened her eyes and stood up. Her features know smeared with anger. Don't kid yourself. Nowhere could have been better than her. No matter where I go the same thing will happen. It's my fate. I have no choice.
The night bus screeched to a halt and Isabel grabbed her trunk and vowed to never run. She new what she had to do. There's no backing out. She opened the door and made her way to the exit. The same pimply boy smiled and held the door for her.
"Thanks for riding the Night Bus." He said smiling proudly.
Isabel smiled back leaving all her ill feelings on the bus behind her.
