Isabelle Persephone Malfoy, a pureblood , with elegance of a swan, poise of a snake and the Divinity of a Phoenix. she was the typical pureblood witch every witch wanted to be like, she was so perfect that people thought she came from heaven itself, nobody knew her secrets...nobody expect herself. She was tortured, hated, loathed and worst of all, all of that was from her so called loved ones. What'd she know about love? What'd she know about anything? But of course, that was not the case. She knew dirty dark beautiful magic, you could see it in her crystal blue orbs. She lived her whole life thinking that she's protecting herself from the monsters, but in-fact, the monsters were the ones who were protecting her. She was destined to be kept in the dark, away from the light. But then again, Destiny isn't chosen by you. Alas, she knew these years of her life, would be as miserable as being locked in a coffin. The life of Isabelle Malfoy, is just as simple as a Tardigrade.