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Ravenclaw | 8th Year Seeker | Charms Club | Chess Club ORDER OF MERLIN; FIRST CLASS

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accidental affection

send me ✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them

send me □ for your muse to fall on mine and land on top of them

send me ♕ for your muse to get dared to kiss me

send me ♢ for my muse to get dared to kiss yours

send me ♫ for your muse to catch mine singing in the shower

send me ♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower

send me ♡ for your muse to drunkenly confess feelings to mine

send me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours

send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours

send me ❅ for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch

send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch

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DAILY TASK 034; CHILDHOOD

Isobel’s childhood was a very cold and regimented one. Absent of the typical chaos and colour of most children’s, it was instead filed with order and discipline and isolation. The MacDougal’s were not one to hold back in making their expectations of their only child clear; Isobel was to be proper and educated, the perfect pureblood.

While her father was a man of the ministry, her mother stayed home with Isobel to raise her and guide her through her lessons. Isobel was homeschooled until she left for Hogwarts and spent hours on end in their manor’s giant library, pouring over literature. Her mother had a strict and vigorous schedule that left her with little free time. While this did have the advantage of elevating Isobel’s intelligence, she also had very little contact with other children her age.

The only regular social events Isobel attended were the Pureblood parties her parents either held or were invited to regularly. While she attended reluctantly, she was never a fan of the types of people who frequented them, especially the adults who looked down upon her for no reason other than her age. It was at these parties that she met her first friend, Astoria Greengrass.

The MacDougal’s also travelled regularly, spending ever summer in their summer home in France. Isobel always enjoyed these months much more; her mother’s side of the family were much more relaxed and loving people than her parents ever were. It was them who taught Isobel her generosity and compassion to temper out her hotheaded and prideful personality.

And yet, somehow despite all this when Isobel went away to Hogwarts she collected friends like she was born to do it. Fiercely protective, Isobel took it upon herself to make those around her as happy and comfortable as possible. Perhaps so they would never feel as she had in her younger years.

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DAILY TASK 033; THE TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT 

Isobel was a bit miffed about the Triwizard tournament being held in their fourth year, if only because that meant she herself couldn’t compete. If Isobel had been older then without a doubt she would have cast her name in, regardless of how much Anthony would scold her. She was confident in her abilities to take on anything, even a dragon. Alas, she couldn’t find a way to get past the age line, no matter how hard she tried.

The tournament did offer Isobel an opportunity to better observe Beauxbatons, though, a school she almost attended. Her mother’s side was of French descent and as such were quite keen on Isobel attending when she turned eleven. Every summer during her stay in France they less than subtly tried to convince her to go to the much more aristocratic – at least in their eyes – school of Beauxbatons. Unfortunately, the MacDougal’s were adamant that Isobel attend Hogwarts.

She made many friends from the foreign school during the year due to her firm grasp on the language compared to her peers who had to struggle through a language barrier. With her easy mastery of French and glittering blonde hair, Isobel slipped in with the girls from the French school like she was born there. It was heartbreaking when she had to bid them all farewell.

Of course, Isobel was also just as excited about the Yule Ball as the rest of her peers. Growing up a pureblood, she had become accustomed to grand parties and events and relished in any opportunity to dress to the nines and impress. True to her nature, Isobel would have left a trail of broken hearts at the ball if it wasn’t for the fact she had been dating somebody at the time, surprisingly.

Always one for flings and no real commitment, Matthew Stewart was Isobel’s only ever real boyfriend. A sweet Hufflepuff, they’d actually had a fairly pleasant relationship for a few months before they broke up for exactly that reason – that’s all it was, pleasant. There was no fire, no passion. They parted amicably, a mutual breaking off of a crumbling relationship. That wasn’t before they had a smashing night at the Yule Ball, however, falling victim to some spiked punch and spending the entire night giggling and carrying on.

Isobel would always look back on that night as the only time she ever really considered settling down with somebody.

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DAILY TASK 032; FIRST DAY AT HOGWARTS

SORTING

Isobel had never doubted that she would be a Ravenclaw. Her mother was a Ravenclaw, her father was a Ravenclaw, her father’s parents were Ravenclaws, and on and on. In her mind, she couldn’t be anything else. In the same way Isobel had always been a blonde, she’d always been a Ravenclaw.

It was for this reason that she hadn’t fretted when her parents had said their cool goodbyes on the platform of the train. While she was embarking on an entirely new journey, Isobel knew exactly where she was going and who she wanted to be. As a pureblood she’d grown up with tales of Hogwarts and the Ravenclaw common room, she was sure she belonged there.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t quite true for the other girl.

When Isobel sat down next to her on the train, she’d look positively terrified, clutching a book to her chest desperately. And so Isobel did what she always did: took charge.

“I’m Isobel MacDougal and I’m going to be a Ravenclaw. What’s your name?”

Her name turned out to be Sue, and Isobel very quickly took it upon herself to be something of a mentor. Sue didn’t know anything about the school and Isobel jumped on any chance to show off what she saw as her superior wisdom, answering any and all questions thrown at her. Isobel talked about the ghosts, the squid, the teachers, and found that the longer she talked the more calm she became. And Sue seemed nice, a little quiet, but nice.

It was of no surprise to Isobel that Sue was sorted into Ravenclaw. She could tell from the moment she’d met her, nose stuck into a book. There was a sense of relief there, too; Isobel wouldn’t be going this alone after all.

When Isobel had been called forward, she’d strode confidently towards the stool, head held high. This was it, this was where she joined her family’s legacy. Imagine her surprise when the hat didn’t call Ravenclaw immediately.

“Hmmm, quick as a whip, aren’t you? But with an almost vicious need to prove yourself… Slytherin might serve you well…. But with that thirst for knowledge, I suppose it can’t be anything other than RAVENCLAW!”

Frozen in surprise, it took Isobel a moment before she was scrambling off the stool, darting towards her table. She felt like her entire world was being knocked off kilter. Slytherin? Her parents would have killed her! She was a Ravenclaw, she’d always been a Ravenclaw. Attempting to mask her frown, she threw her arms around Sue and smiled.

“I knew it! I knew you belonged here too! Oh Sue, we’re going to have so much fun!”

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Quidditch Injury ;; open

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leannexfa:

The last time they had talked, it had been Leanne who had injured her arm. This time it was Isobel that had injured her arm. Madam Pomfrey would have had a quick fix on the Ravenclaw girl and Leanne was out to find the girl now. She didn’t even have to enter the hospital wing, as Isobel just closed the door of the wing behind her. The girl looked up in surprise.

“Hey there, just wanted to see how you and that arm are doing,” Leanne said with a small smile to Isobel. She had done the same and while the Hufflepuff had been annoyed as hell, it had been nice that she had someone to yell at, at that moment.

Isobel offered up a small smile. Leanne was a welcome visitor, she wasn’t likely to scold her or fuss over her, something she was thankful for. She could take care of herself. 

“Hey, thanks. Doing alright, just a bit sore. Thankfully no crazy new techniques this time.” She remembered Leanne’s injury far too well. “You doing alright? I heard the Hufflepuff match was none too pretty either.”

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Quidditch Injury ;; open

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terry-boot:

Terry felt awful for what had happened during the game. It was completely his fault but also the fault of his own brain. He really needed to work on getting too easily distracted. Terry didn’t know how to confront his friend about it, but decided it was best to just take it head on.

He was waiting outside the door, biting his bottom lip as he was filled with fear and anxiety. When she saw him, he had the most guilty-ridden face he has had all year. 

“Hey..I know you don’t want to see me right now..and I’m..a million times sorry. You can hit me if you want. Anywhere…but please just be generous.”

Just the person she had wanted to see. Ignoring his guilty face, Isobel swiftly stepped forward and socked him in the stomach, taking his suggestion. Unfortunately, it had been her bad hand. She hadn’t really been thinking, she was just angry.

“Fuck! Merlin,” Isobel muttered, cradling her arm. But she couldn’t deny she felt better already. Lifting her eyes, she zeroed in on Terry with a murderous look. “Terry! What was that! Twice?! Seriously?”

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Quidditch Injury ;; open

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littlegreengrxss:

Astoria had been running around for hours, trying to find the right ingredients for the potion she’d been wanting to brew. As much as she wanted to watch the match of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, she’d been prioritizing her own potion to remedy of some arm or leg pain from the matches. She only just had so little and Professor Slughorn’s cupboard was closed for that day. Madam Pomfrey might have some of her own, but she doubted she’d let a sixth year use some of her own.

Just as she was mere feet away from the hospital wing, she saw Isobel just leaving it. “Isobel!” Astoria smiled tiredly as she trotted over to her. She looked distraught, and very much gloomy. It made her face fall in worry. “Is there something wrong? Have-have you been injured too? Please don’t me tell you have. I’ll have to smack two people instead of one if you were.”

Of course it was Astoria. It wasn’t that Isobel didn’t want to see her – quite the contrary – but she knew immediately that he young friend would fuss over her and worry. Isobel was fine, she didn’t want to cause an inconvenience for anybody. Especially Astoria who already had so much of her own to worry about. She just needed rest. And maybe to chew out Terry. 

“Astoria! You’re a welcome sight,” she greeted. “Unfortunately this was quite the match. I may have taken a beating. Seeing you hand somebodies arse to them might make me feel better, though.”

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Quidditch Injury ;; open

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orlaquirkes:

So the game was a bit of a disaster. Orla felt sorry for poor Terry, who couldn’t seem to tell the difference between blue and red today, for Stewart, who was doing a really excellent job on the field today, for all the Gryffindor players, who seemed to be in some weird mini-game of ‘let’s hit each other and argue’, but most of all she was sorry for Isobel for obvious reasons. After the game she went off to grab some of her leftover sweets from her last Hogsmeade trip, so she could give them to Isobel.

When she reached the wing though it seemed that Isobel was just on her way out. “Hi!” She exclaimed, somewhat cheerily, before properly processing Isobel’s scowl. “Okay… So, are you okay? You must be - you’re leaving! I know you must be on your way to look for Terry, but if you want to, I don’t know, bitch about what a terrible game it was or want help looking for Terry then I’m totally all yours! Oh, and sugar quills?” She held up her bag of sweets lamely, giving an encouraging, yet slightly scared smile.

Even Isobel couldn’t stay mad in the face of such forceful cheeriness. She’d always been fond of Orla, fond in the way that one is of someone they barely know but respect. They may have been in the same house and on the same Quidditch team, but Orla was a few years below her and they hadn’t had much cause to seek each other out. But while a little odd, Orla always meant well.

“I… could use a sugar quill right now,” Isobel admitted, reaching for the bag. “Sorry this game was so abysmal.”

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Quidditch Injury ;; open

Pushing her way out of the hospital wing, Isobel was fuming. Terry had hit her with a bludger not once, but twice in the course of one game, the latter resulting in a rather painful arm injury. She was just leaving Madam Pomfrey now, hours after the match. Turns out the idiot hat broken her arm in two places, not that that wasn’t a quick fix for the matron. She was good as new now, though her arm was extremely sore.

Not only that, but they’d lost the entire damn game because of it. The other team had been in a state of chaos and even then they couldn’t pull out a victory. To call her bitter would be an understatement. Scowling, Isobel looked up as she closed the door, meeting somebodies eyes in surprise.

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littlegreengrxss:

“Oh, honestly. Blaise can be such a drama queen. But it’ll surely fly over your heads in a week or two. You two can’t go a day without planning to murder someone.” Astoria said with a big grin and a nod of inclination. She truly hoped it wouldn’t be a damper on their friendship. Some things are just far too weird to consider for such boy-girl friendships.

A small giggle escaped Astoria’s lips at being called a princess. Her dad had always said she always was quite one, and a bit on the literal side too due to her royal bloodline. But she didn’t feel like being the princess that gets saved by the guy. In her own little fairy tale book, the princess saves herself in it. “Some princesses are fairly useful. I’ll name you one fairy tale where the princess saves the prince. Beauty and the Beast. It’s a classic, and it’s my favorite. I’ll make sure to lend it to you soon.”

As Isobel expressed her sentiments of continually scaring off all the possible men in her life, Astoria downed the last of her water. “I suppose you do have a point in that. I’m a girl worth fighting for, damn it. I deserve a guy that can fight for me.”

“I suppose we’ll need somebodies murder to plan first,” Isobel shrugged. She wasn’t as optimistic as Astoria that things would blow over quickly but she was hoping. This wasn’t something worth losing a friend over.

“You and your Beauty and the Beast,” Isobel rolled her eyes. “Honestly I don’t even need to read it at this point. I’ve practically heard it line by line from you.” Astoria was always going on about this muggle thing or that, but somehow this book always stuck with her. Isobel could clearly picture the Slytherin’s copy, worn and tattered already. “You wouldn’t even be able to let it out of your sight anyway.”

“Just make sure he fights for you, not with you,” Isobel advised wisely. “You don’t need to put up with that kind of shit.” Sighing, she put down her glass. “But I suppose I should let you run off now. Maybe look for Draco, hmmm?” she elbowed her friend teasingly.

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A little too much

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lustrous-gold:

“I’m still so glad you smacked him second year.” He said gently, getting tired.  “Probably the best damn day of my life.”  Though he was awful in the past, Anthony had a slight pang of guilt for saying that since Burke had been a lot better since the war.  He’d actually sent him a letter the day Anthony arrived for his last year.  It was sort, but it was something.

“You’re not.”  Anthony laughed, looking at her.  “You’re going to stay here with me until the morning when we both have headaches because we are way too fucked up to get to our feet probably.  I mean, I can try.  Want to see me take a header into the table?”

“Hey, it was his own fault. I stick up for my own. A few years age gap wasn’t going to stop me,” Isobel shrugged. Some assholes had been bullying Anthony because of his connection with Burke. After taking care of them, Isobel had marched straight up to Burke in the middle of the Great Hall and smacked him across the face. No shame – at least for Isobel. Burke never quite lived down being put in his place by a ‘little girl’.

“I’d prefer you not attempt to fight the table. We both know who would win.” Sighing, Isobel accepted her fate. “I’m just going to… stay here for the night. If you were serious about that, feel free to join me.”

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The Real Ravenclaws of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

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suexli:

Sue looked as Isobel grabbed her hands and smiled sadly at them. She was always there, always standing strong and always making sure Sue was okay, even after all the pain she made her go through. It was interesting how things played out, at first they were yelling and right now the only thing Sue wanted was to hug her friend once again. Sue looked up, feeling that it was safe to look at Isobel now. 

“I’m really sorry” she said with a helpless smile. “I…I was careless, for the first time ever” she chuckled and sighed. Normally Sue was a bit uptight, a bit too cautious but with Isobel’s slight push she always ended up loosen up and took risks. Yet fear had always made her do careless actions with really big consequences. “I…I let fear get through me, I shouldn’t have done that” She said as she squeezed her friend’s hands.

As Anthony asked a question, she knew he was still playing along but she wasn’t sure if Isobel was buying it. She felt the girl’s grip getting tense on her hands and Sue tried to hide everything with a small smile. 

“Korea, with my dad.” She said with a nod as she looked directly at him. She said a smile phrase so she wouldn’t give too much information about it. “Uhm…at my grandparents’ house. Now my dad got a job in Seoul and we got a new place there and…” she shrugged. “I guess It was a fresh new start for him. He’s actually really happy about it.” She said as she drifted her eyes from him and smiled at Isobel. “I don’t, I hate it” she said as she wrinkled her nose and chuckled softly, trying to keep things light so Isobel would see everything was fine.

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Anthony nodded. He could feel Isobel turn back and look at him. Not good. Isobel was always good at discovering details, and it was always worse with him since she knew him so well. She knew his ticks, and mainly, she knew when something was off. He lifted his gaze to look at her and then to Sue. It was the first time he’d met her eyes since they were in the tent.

Anthony’s mind was completely blank; it was like static on the television. He scolded himself. He should have planned for this, he should have seen this coming. Then again, who would really see something like this coming so soon. Shit, it hadn’t even been 24 hours since he talked with Sue in the library. He felt like shouting the truth out and just getting over with. At least Sue would bear witness if Isobel killed him.

When she said she didn’t want to go back to Korea, his eyes widened slightly in both shock and joy. If she wanted to stay here then maybe things could work out between them after all….if they could get through this mess. He clasped his hands together and held them in his lap to try and make their trembling less evident. With his eyes still on Sue he spoke, smiling slightly. “It’s okay, we’re glad that you’re okay, and that you don’t-you know, hate us or anything.” He gave an awkward half laugh.

“I… it’s okay,” Isobel accepted, acknowledging Sue’s apology for the first time. Maybe it really was time for them to bury the hatchet. To start towards rebuilding what they once had. Isobel may be petty, but even she had her limits. She wouldn’t carry on hating Sue forever. “Everyone was fearful last year, even me. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

As Anthony and Sue stared at each other in silence, Isobel simply watched. It seemed a thousand things passed between them those moments – love, acceptance, fear. But oddly enough, there was no anger in either of their faces. No pain. No coldness. Had… they seen each other already?

She was pulled from her thoughts when Sue spoke once more. Korea? That was her new home now? She wasn’t surprised that Sue’s father was happy about it, though. He always was a cautious man. “A little far to visit over the break,” Isobel tried to joke and keep the mood light. But it looked as though Sue had to physically drag her eyes back to Isobel from Anthony.

It’s okay, we’re glad that you’re okay, and that you don’t-you know, hate us or anything. That was it? Just acceptance? He’d told her all the things he wanted to say when they finally spoke. All the questions he had, all the pain he wanted her to acknowledge. Isobel knew Anthony and she had been sure that if he ever got the chance, the words would just come falling out the second he opened his mouth to talk to Sue for the first time. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in Isobel’s head. Unless this wasn’t the first time.

Releasing Sue’s hands, Isobel took a wary step back. She narrowed her eyes as she looked between the two. “Have you two… already spoken?” she started tentatively.

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theoxjxnott:

Isobel last line made Theo raised his eyebrows and his smirk become wider. Oh, if he thought he was going to back away from that she was so wrong. “I haven’t had the pleasure to make sure of that, sadly…” he said in low deep tone and he tilted his head, his eyes wandering all over her, not being able to acknowledge anything but Isobel’s presence in front of him. “is that a proposal, Isobel? because as a gentleman I can’t say ‘no’ to a lady and you’re aware of that” He winked.

“A boy accepts his mistakes and I did screw up.” He shrugged. “But a man learns from them and I’m so willing to make it up to you, if you accept of course..” A hand reached for her face and he caressed her cheek with a lingering touch. “Nice earrings.” he said simply as he obviously wasn’t looking at the piece of jewelry. He was looking to her neck, her collarbones all the skin she was showing and was driving him crazy. He was not going to admit that, though. “is it?” he inquired. “Careful now, love. Because you know I can play that game as well as you can. Even better, I dare to say” he smirked. Playing with their hearts was their thing. It have been for a while and he loved every second of it. It distracted him from the mess he was in.

“He’s alright but he’s not a good suit for you.” he said simply with a shrug. The boy leaned in and whispered on her ear. “you need more.” He leaned back and tried to look innocently. “I mean, you’re always going from place to place sometimes is hard to keep up with your phase.” He said as he looked at his drink and took another sip. “Good thing I’ve always been good at that” he said as he looked back at her. “Exactly the words I was aiming for” he grinned. 

“Theo, you have to at least buy a girl a drink first. I’m not that easy,” Isobel pretended to scoff. She may be one for flings over stable relationships but didn’t mean she was going to put out for just anyone. They had to put in a little effort first – which she assumed Theo was not one to do. “Dinner wouldn’t hurt either. I’m a classy gal.”

Isobel raised here eyebrows. That was a bad excuse and they both knew it. Mirroring him, she cupped his face gently. “Yours are nice as well,” she said flirtatiously back. They both knew they weren’t talking about earrings. He did look rather dapper tonight, dolled up to the nines. It was a look Theo pulled off well. The subtle jab against her irked Isobel, though. “But you’re the superior player, you say? I suppose we’ve yet to find out,” she said vaguely. Merlin knows she was too smart to fall for his tricks.

Isobel frowned at his dismissal of Neville. “He’s a great man, and a good friend. But definitely only a friend,” she conceded. They were just too different, a relationship was never in the cards for them. She was content just staying platonically close. Her eyebrows climbed at Theo’s next words. “What’s this Nott? Are you offering yourself up? I didn’t think you were the stable relationship type.” More like the play with everybody’s hearts type.

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DAILY TASK 028; GRAPHICS: AESTHETICS

Isobel MacDougal + Theo Nott ( @theoxjxnott )

It’s... complicated

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Relationship Aesthetic

Isobel Macdougal and Anthony Goldstein

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DAILY TASK 028; GRAPHICS: AESTHETICS

Isobel MacDougal, member of the Ravenclaw house

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theoxjxnott:

As Isobel spoke he blinked innocently and looked up. “Oh, I’m so sorry…I got…distracted, to say the least.” He smirked and shrugged sheepishly. Man that dress was driving him crazy. “Red suits you” he said with a grin. “But then again, everything looks wonderful on you”

He saw the surprise on Isobel’s face as he pulled her and her little stumble made him smirk. He always enjoyed being two steps ahead, fighting to take the lead on their flirtation game was the most part of it all.  

He sighed dramatically and shook his head. “Of course not. Who would miss the chance to be the companion of such beauty? Me, apparently. A complete idiot” he chuckled a bit and looked back at her, mirroring her mischievous look. His hand snaked through her waist, caressing the fabric lightly as he spoke. “Never missing an opportunity to mess with my heart, Macdougal…” he smirked. “I do hope that Longbottom won’t mind if I steal you for a little while. Now that I finally found you, I’m not letting you slip away that easily.” he raised an eyebrow and grinned at her. 

She flicked her hair at his compliment. She was fairly confident but it was still nice to be complimented “Maybe the Gryffindor’s are onto something,” Isobel joked. “But trust me, everything looks good off me too,” she all but purred. Taking it a bit far maybe, but Isobel didn’t really have limits. She would do what it took to win.

“Hey, you said it, not me. I’m not going to argue,” Isobel laughed. She didn’t argue either when he grabbed her, preventing her from leaving. It’s not like she was going anywhere anytime soon – this was far more interesting than anything else the ball had to offer. She idly hummed at his caresses. “It’s not my fault it’s so easy to mess with,” Isobel threw back with a knowing look. That was a lie and they both knew it, he was anything but.

“I’m sure Neville won’t mind. He seemed rather shocked by my enthusiasm and flittering around anyway,” she said airily. This was true – he’d been taking a rest back at the table last she saw him. Isobel was rather all over the place when it came to large social events. But still, she couldn’t help but spare a thought for her date. But Theo’s charming smile distracted her and all hope of coming to her senses was lost. “I’m all yours.”