[Izabella surname comes from hebrew Izevel. The Oxford Guide to People & Places of the Bible states that the name means : 'Where is the Prince?']
Welcome to Isabella's 4th year at Hogwarts ! The Triwizard Tournement will take place this year, and wi...
As soon as I arrived in the castle, Snape fund me.
"How did you do ?" He asked immediately.
"Good morning, sir. All went well."
He frowned. "No suspicion ?"
"Nope. They actually like me." I proudly answered.
"You can never be sure of that."
I made a confident smile and left to find my roomate and our french friends. Poppy stayed during those holidays too, to spare herself the trip to her Ireland's house. I offered them all chocolates and we shared together.
"You know, Pansy is so angry that you were invited to Malfoy's house that she's planning something against you..." warned Poppy.
"I thought she'd learn her lesson..."
Augustine said : "It's true, Moranna heard that she would make a potion during holidays. You should be careful..."
"Potion ? What for ?" I wondered.
"I'm worried that she could use Veritaserum to know your weakness or secrets." Poppy added.
This news let me a bit annoyed but, untill she wasn't back, I didn't have to think about it.
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Next afternoon, I took the pathway to Hagrid's hut, as he had ask me to visit since a long time.
The house looked very small and scanty from outside, but the inside, eventhough it was stuffy, it was bigger and had everything needed. This day, I fund him outside and he greeted me with a dead mouse in his hand.
"Hellow Isabella, how are you ?"
"I'm great."
"I saw you took a car last day, was that you ?" He asked.
"Yes I went to the Malfoy's house, his parents invited me." I chanted.
"I didn't know you were such friends..." he said for himself, like a disapproval.
"Really ? I'm always paired with him in your class, professor." I smiled at his sloppiness. "His parents needed to meet their son's girlfriend, of corse. So it was tricky but ended up well."
"Girlfriend ?" He exclaimed outrageously. "Merlin's beard, not him. Besides, aren't you a little young for that ?"
"Aren't YOU a bit old for that?!" I retorted a bit irritated. "You were indeed, too busy at Yule ball with madame Maxime, to see how lovely we were him and me."
"Oh...Uh..."
He tapped his other arm where he was wearing a thick leather glove.
I added more like a joke : "Madame Maxime is too big for you, if I can give MY opinion..."
