Waiting (open to all)

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Isabella walked into the empty room and sat on the floor. She looked around a little then started to ponder her thoughts. I wonder how the people here act. I'm glad I found Sophia. I wonder how classes will be. God Sophia doesn't deserve to be treated the way she does by her muggle parents. She kept flip flopping Sophia and Hogwarts around in her mind.

She sighed as she waited aimlessly for someone to come talk to her so she wasn't alone. She didn't like being alone all that much. In fact she rather hated it, but she got used to it when Sophia and her couldn't see each other after her parents found out she was a witch and beat her senselessly and didn't let her do anything. So she got used to it grudgingly though.

She rummaged through her purse thing to look for something to do. She found pen and paper so she pulled it out and laid on her stomach and started to doodle a little in the note book. She started to brain storm almost as if she was planning on witting a story. "Hmm should I?" She whispered to herself as she wrote more idea. She shrugged and kept doodling and brain storming ideas till someone walked in so she could talk to them.

[Pepe van Lopaille]

"Should you what, now? Of course you should, if you want to, unless it'll get you in trouble, then you should only do it if you don't mind the consequences."

Pepe strolled up the stairs, Guin on his shoulder. He had heard only those few words, before he had seen the speaker, and merely responded as he felt he should. A pretty girl sitting on a bench with a notebook in her lap came into view. "Oh, well, hello, miss."

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Isabella turned around and looked at the stranger. She smiled warmly at him.

"Hello. I'm Isabella. Isabella Waring." She said with a soft caring tone. "You?" she waited for him to reply and doodled a little more.

[Pepe van Lopaille]

Pepe grinned in return, flicking his hair aside and popping the knuckles on his right hand unconsciously. "M'name's Pepe. Pepe van Lopaille. That's French, y'know. Spelled with 'l''s at the end and all." He rambled a little with a jesting smile. Sitting down beside Isabella, he inquired, "So, what're you up to?"

He had been headed off to clear his late coming in the year with his teachers, but the few he'd checked had already finished class, so it wasn't too imperative that he be running to find anyone. He had time to shoot the breeze, so why not?

[Fork]

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Fork tumbled out of a classroom a short distance down the hall.

"...Pepe van Lopaille. That's French, y'know. Spelled with 'l''s at the end and all."

Looking up curiously, she followed the voice, which had a slight French accent ((OOC: You forgot to put that in your profile, dude.)), down the hall and discovered the source to be an incredibly cute boy sitting next to a girl with a notebook.

"Pepe? A Froggie, eh? Hah!" She bared her teeth in her second trademark smile--her eerie Chesire grin (her most well-known smile was her genuine crooked grin.).

[Tomas Wingly]

Tomas had been walking down the hall when he saw Pepe wander into a empty classroom. Apparently he met someone cause he could hear his classic French introduction. As he head toward the door he saw that one girl who threw an apple at him follow Pepe. Could they be meeting? He brushed the thought away crazy talk they were complete opposites. He peeked in and saw Sophia's friend Isabella wow this was a regular party "What's everybody doing in here he asked?"

[Fork]

Fork wheeled around drunkenly to look at the new boy who had just entered. "We're having ourselves a righteous blark." She wasn't sure what that meant, but she was feeling a little out of it, so it didn't particularly matter to her. "For what reason might you be wondering?"

[Pepe van Lopaille]

"No, I'm not a froggie, my dad is, but no harm done, eh? Haven't seen you around, may I ask your name? Obviously you heard mine, so I won't bother repeating it, " Pepe flashed his cute grin. This girl seemed a little creepy. Was something wrong with her? She seemed as though she might be mentally ill or something.

"Hey Tomas. Actually, I was just passing by and happened to stop, and Isabella here was just sitting, looking all forlorn and all, "he laughed, " so I came in to talk to her and then she--" he indicated Fork, who was looking oddly at him "--came in just now."

[Fork]

"Name's Fork."


Fork tipped her head curiously at Pepe. He seemed a little put out by her words. "Why are you looking at me weird?"

She didn't even notice the other boy until Pepe began speaking to him, and he gave her a sidewise glance. What was he saying? She realized that she hadn't been paying attention, tuning people's words out as if they weren't speaking English.

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Isabella looked over at Tomas, Fork, and Pepe then smiled aimlessly in their direction.

"To answer your question, Pepe, I'm not really up to anything... just doodling and writing ideas for a story I might write. If I feel like it." She directed towards Fork and smiled kindly.

"Hello Miss Fork. I'm Isabella nice to meet ya." She chuckled as she looked down at her note pad and wrote something down. Then she looked at Tomas and grinned.

"Hey Tomas." She waved slightly then went back to doodling.

[Fork]

"Ohm?" Fork heard her name, which forced her back to reality. Isabella had spoken to her. Worse yet--she had spoken kindly. She spoke like they always did when they thought she was weird or perhaps insane and didn't want her to explode in their faces like she was sometimes liable to to. Like she was a little child. "Screw you, too."

Okay, that wasn't what she'd meant to say. Not even close. "I--ah... Crap." Fork felt like a mood ring set on random. "I can't... measure, think...no... " She breathed in deeply, trying to set her mind straight. Okay. "Sorry. I'm having squareprintburning--" Clamping her mouth shut, Fork sighed. Forget it. She shook her head, trying to clear it. She could think straight, but the connectons between her brain and body seemed out of commission.

As Isabella began to note something on her paper, Fork stuck her head almost between the girl's pen and paper. "What is it?"she asked wonderingly.

It wasn't so much the fact that she was writing that caught Fork's curiosity, more the fact that she had begun writing after learning her name, which implied, at least to Fork, that it was she that Isabella was writing about.

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Isabella jerked her head back slightly when fork said 'screw you'. She took in her apology and smiled at her faintly.

"I'm sorry." She replied apologetically. "I meant no harm and I meant not to offend you."

Isabella was startled when Fork threw her head in between her and her note pad. There were many doodles and things like 'The boy dashed through the tress and saw something.' or 'Pepe and Tomas are kind of weird but pretty awesome.' or 'Fork. That is a strange name but she seems pretty cool. Don't know why maybe because she is random. Random is fun. CHICKEN! Haha random!' Isabella was a fairly small minded person but she was good at hiding the fact. She had their names written down as if she did that to remind her self who they were or whether or not she would talk to them again. It was just randomness. Nothing mean or anything just randomness.

[Tomas Wingly]

Tomas decided to join what appeared to be the current conversation topic. "So, Are we going to be in this infamous story?

[Fork]

Fork tilted her head waaay back (for her head was still very nearly in Isabella's lap except that she hadn't rested her head on the girl's lap) to look Isabella in the face for a few seconds, then turned her odd-colored* eyes to the boy who had just spoken, and then back to the page and up at the boy again. She poked a spot on the page with one finger.

"Our names are all here, is this one yours?" For she didn't know the boy's name, but she had recognized all the others, so it was quite easy to put two and two together.

[Tomas Wingly]

'The names TOmas. Tomas Wingly Sorry not to introduce myself Fork. I heard your name on the way in."