Emma was being so odd right now. Maybe she was having some sort of mental breakdown. Best to tread lightly. Perhaps too many bludgers to the head had left the redhead confused. Or it was the alcohol - Izzy had noticed that the other girl seemed fond of the substance. Either way, she should be careful in the words that she chose to use. Half a lifetime's experience with the ever sensitive Pyne brothers had shown her how to phrase things juuuust right.
She sort of flinched away when Emma brushed back her hair - this was getting really weird. "Um. Emma? If you're not feeling ok, you should probably sit down. Did you hit your head, or something? Do you need....help?" She asked, nervously. She wasn't exactly sure what she could do to help Emma, but surely there was something to be done.
Instead of sitting, Emma just blurted out her next phrase. Immediately, Izabel recoiled. "No." She shook her head defiantly, pulling back from Emma completely, wrapping her arms around the book and then around herself. "I don't have a sister. I only have my brothers." She said in a harsh, defensive tone. "I'm sorry, but, you're wrong." She shook her head again. Because if Emma was truly her sister, it would be too much for her to comprehend, at present.
Despite her desires not to turn her mind to her time in foster care, Izzy couldn't help but think of the moments she spent with those families when the topic came up. She'd just not had the best luck - she'd been shuffled from home to home, never quite fitting in. And in some cases, that was a good thing. Some of those homes should not have been open to a child, they didn't deserve it.
Some weren't so bad. The mom may not have paid attention, or the dad may have paid too much. But she could manage. But some of them were very bad. They would verbally abuse her, sometimes physically so as well. It was more than a small child should have had to bear. She was very lucky that the Pynes had found her when she was eight years old.
She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the memories. Suddenly, Emma was hugging her tightly, apologizing. Confused, Izzy hesitantly hugged her back. "Um, Emma? What's going on? I....I don't understand..." Emma was clearly getting worked up, and Izzy wasn't sure why. She would try to help, but she simply didn't know what Emma was so torn up over.
Izzy wasn't really sure why she'd asked the girl to meet with her today. It wasn't as if she had some burning interest in Quidditch, and wanted to bug the professional player with questions or something. She just.....she had a nagging feeling that there was something more here. She couldn't have explained it if she tried, but her intuition was telling her that more time needed to be spent with Emma. After all this time, she had learned to listen to her gut.
She leaned back a little when she heard someone approaching - she'd not really been paying attention to the book anyway - and directed her eyes up at her fellow redhead. Before she could even open her mouth to answer Emma's greeting, she was being asked a very odd question. Raising an eyebrow, Izzy tried to figure out why this girl needed to know this information.
Being a fairly private person (though everyone in Hogwarts had known that the Pynes were not a biological family), Izzy didn't exactly like to just air out her business to anyone. So, she hesitated a little now. "Oh, um, yeah. Well, I was in foster care for a while, then adopted." She explained. She didn't really like to think about the foster homes. They'd never been very good to her.
After her run-in with a certain famous Quidditch player, Izzy had been churning wheels in her mind. She had a itching in the back of her head that something was...off....about the older witch. She had acted so weird during their meeting, after all. However, even after much research, she'd not been able to find any reason why Emma might merit further investigation. She seemed fairly mundane, really - just a professional Quidditch player. Maybe Izzy's intuition had been off or something.
She had decided to put her nagging mind to rest once and for all by meeting the girl again. She was fairly certain she'd see her, and all her suspicions would be laid to rest - suspicions that something was off, that there was something more to this girl. She was going crazy, or something. Or crazier, really.
Izzy had sent an owl to Emma, and was actually surprised that the girl replied to her so quickly. She agreed to meet Izzy in Diagon Alley, and they set it up for a Saturday in October. Currently, she was on a bench in front of Flourish and Blotts, waiting for her fellow redhead to appear, a book of Advanced Herbology open on her lap, though she wasn't paying it any mind.
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Oct 7, 2017 21:20:31 GMT -6
sick of all this noise
She wished that Cora was right, but she felt like that the two years were going to take an eternity. "You really think so? Two more years in this place? With the stuck up purebloods and the people who always have an opinion to share? I feel like we'll be stuck here for an eternity." She said, sighing heavily.
As much as she appreciated her magic, she didn't appreciate the way she had to attend this school with such narrow-minded people. They needed to get out of their own heads and look at things from others' perspective, for once.
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Oct 7, 2017 21:16:55 GMT -6
ripped at every edge
Izabel thought that Noah had a good point. However, her time in her foster homes had made her realize many things. One of those things was that you never could truly rely on people - because they tended to let you down. So, blood or not, it didn't seem to matter. People left. People changed their mind.
"Do you really believe that friends will always be there for you, though? That they aren't using you out of some factor of their own personal gain? Because, from what I've found....people always have something they want." She said, scuffing her foot across the dirt as she spook, eyes averted downwards.
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Jul 24, 2017 18:08:19 GMT -6
Izzy was mid-story, waving animatedly as she described a situation between herself and her brothers that had taken place over the summer to Gotham, when Tesla's exclamation rung out across the hall. While Gotham greeted the announcement with less than amusement, Izzy giggled a little. "Oh, come on Gothy. It could be fun, right? And we gotta win." She said, her eyes narrowing.
She wasn't sure how they were exactly going to "win" at this activity, but fiercely competitive Izabel was going to find some way. She followed Goth onto the table, then looked around for a higher perch as she watched the floor transform. "We should find higher ground." She suggested, already seeing the fun in the game.
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Jul 24, 2017 18:04:39 GMT -6
She was surprised when the boy came at her with enthusiasm. He even hugged her, a feat which may not see notable to many. But Izzy knew Goth and his restrained nature. She'd learned of his reservations with physical contact. They mirrored her own, really - she'd had enough people touch her in ways that were far too unwelcome for her to trust even the most gentle touch. Taking it slow had been more than perfect for her as well.
The redhead hugged Gotham tightly, exhaling a content sigh of breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "I'm so glad to see you. I....missed you." She admitted, ducking her head a little. As corny as it sounded, it was true. She'd missed him a lot over the summer, more than she had realized before this moment.
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Jun 3, 2017 11:39:09 GMT -6
She was still a little perplexed, even as Emma tried to further explain the situation. She couldn't fathom a pair of parents who could so easily give up a child that they had created of their own flesh and blood - it was the whole reason she'd had a hard time coming to terms with herself being put up for adoption in the first place. Maybe it was her immaturity speaking, but she could simply not imagine ever making that choice herself.
The older girl seemed to be willing to give her parents the benefit of the doubt, though, so Izzy supposed she should follow suit, or pretend to, at the very least. "I guess maybe it was more than they could handle..." She said, echoing Emma's sentiment, though it really seemed hollow to her. "I'm just finishing up my fifth year, actually. Anxious to get out, to be honest. Being a pureblooded Slytherin adopted by Muggles doesn't exactly bring all positive reactions, you know?" She said, shrugging a little. She could deal with it. She always did.
Again, Emma seemed determined to defend her craft, a sport which Izabel would truly never understand the appeal of. But, she knew so many people who truly enjoyed it - Damien very much so, judging by a frenzied outburst she heard in a familiar voice, ringing from above. She caught a sight of him, fist pumping over a successful goal. She turned her attention back to Emma then, as the conversation turned to awkward dates.
"Ha, I suppose you're right. Though, I must admit I'm not too skilled with talking to boys no matter what the topic. I tend to just default to....sarcastic teasing. Some of them are amused by it, but some of them are offended. So sensitive." She said, with a small chuckle. Boys said girls were sensitive, but it was clear who the fairer sex was sometimes. "And, you can feel free to nick one anytime. Though I'd take that one over the other, he's much too moody and self-obsessed." She said. She loved Wayland to death, but he tended to be stuck in his own head too much.
She suggested Emma make it out to a Hogwarts match, since she seemed to miss the atmosphere so much. "Oh, true. A practice could be fun, too. The Slytherin team is getting stronger, I think. Though I secretly support the Hufflepuffs more....I mean, because of Damien. And they've got a strong female foundation on their team, which I always think is great." She might not understand Quidditch, but she knew seeing girls in positions of power was something awesome.
The voice had begun to ring in her head again, despite her attempts to remain in control. Calm and collected, that was all she aimed for. Still, the negative sentiments rang through her head, echoing personal bashings and individualized digs. She tried to keep her face neutral, but she knew, at the very least, it was wearing a slightly pained expression. She took a short, deep breath, trying to pull herself together, hoping Emma was too distracted by the environment around her to take much stock in a young girl's facial expressions.
She was intrigued by the idea of visiting a park, and nature always seemed to calm her. Sometimes, when the voice got like this, it was all she could do just to go be outside, and be near the greenery. It was the only thing that calmed her mind back down. "A park sounds lovely, actually. I don't think he'll even notice I've left." She said, smirking a little as she waved upwards, in the general direction of Damien's flying form. "Shall we go, then?"
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Jun 2, 2017 22:43:17 GMT -6
Izzy had thought about Gotham a lot over the Summer. Their relationship was slow growing, because of his slow trust in people, and her own misgivings. She was hard to love sometimes, she knew. She was stubborn and outspoken and opinionated. She knew it could be too much to handle for so many. But, Gotham never seemed to lose patience with her. He seemed to understand her in a way she hadn't thought anyone was capable of.
She'd spent a good chunk of her summer in the greenhouse that her adoptive father had graciously built for her in the family's backyard. Often, her mother would also help her with the plants. The boys were strictly forbidden, seeing as everything they touched seemed to die. Not like they cared about the greenery, anyhow. In particular, she'd been working on a project of sorts, a gift she intended to present to Gotham today.
The plant she'd been growing for him was called Angel's Trumpet, and it was the sort of thing that was beautiful to look at it, but deadly poisonous to anyone who were to consume it. She liked that it looked unassuming from the outside but had such a deadly interior. It had taken a few months, but she'd finally grown a bit of the flowering plant she felt was beautiful enough to present to him.
She'd asked one of her friends in Ravenclaw, Desi, to pass Goth a note from her, seeing as she kind of wanted to make their reunion more private - being in separate houses did lend to the dramatics. She'd asked him to meet her down at the Lake around sunset in the note. She arrived a little early, draping a blanket on the ground and laying back against it, propping herself up to watch the sun, the potted plant close by her side.
Soon enough, she heard footsteps behind her. Jumping up, unable to contain her excited nature, she turned to face him, a huge smile painting her face. With someone else, she may have tackled them to the ground had she felt this excited about seeing them. But, she was always trying to be conscious about Goth's comfort level - she'd never jeopardize that.
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Mar 13, 2017 21:14:20 GMT -6
you cannot stop me.
Izzy blinked at Emma as she rapid fired through her explanation. It hardly made sense to the redhead, even after Emma tried to explain it. "I'm sorry. You mean to say your parents knowingly had another child but....they did something with her? And made you forget her?" She asked, her eyes widening at the atrocity of it all. "And here I thought my parents were wretched, simply for giving me up in the first place. I like to pretend they have their reasons, you know? But I'm not sure what the story was. I don't even remember them." She admitted. She didn't remember them, she'd been less than a year old when she'd been entered into the system.
She smiled a little as Emma began to defend not having an interest in Quidditch as a genuine valid opinion. It wasn't for lack of exposure to the sport - ever since entering Hogwarts, four years ago, her brothers had been very adamant about enjoying the sport. However, Izabel had never even found it worth even to spectate. The only reason that had changed was because Damien had made the team, and she was nothing if not an avid supporter of her brothers, no matter what they chose to do with their lives.
The redhead was glad, though, that her own disinterest was not something that turned the other woman away. "Oh, I'm glad you feel that way. It's not that I don't respect what you guys do it's just that....I never really got the appeal, you know? But my brother loves it, both of them do actually. And I'm willing to learn more about it if they want me to. Family comes first." She said, adamantly. Even though they were not blood, Damien and Wayland would always, always come first in her book.
She laughed out loud when Emma admitted her own ineptness with muggle money. it seemed strange to her that someone so clearly skilled during an intense Quidditch game couldn't figure out a simple credit card. It was something she'd been exposed to early on, thanks to the Pynes and their Muggle blood. "It's really not all that complicated, not really. My adopted mum, she taught me all about money and banking. She's really smart about that sort of stuff." She explained. "Maybe you could come back and watch a match sometime? I'm sure they'd go crazy over having a professional there. But, I'm sure you're busy..." She said, quickly realizing the hole in her plan.
The girl spoke of her mother, a description which caused an ache in her own heart. For, as much as loved her adopted mum, and she loved her a lot, nothing could replace the emptiness in her heart where she knew the memory of her biological mom was meant to live. "Your mum sounds like my kind of person. I trust the plants way more than I do most people. They can't....betray you. They can't leave you behind." She said, her voice growing soft and thoughtful now.
The voice seemed to seize this second of vulnerability, jumping into her head. It spoke loudly, causing her to actually visibly scrunch her nose. "You're wasting her time. Don't you think she has more important things to do, than to talk to you? She doesn't care what you like. You're a waste of space. You don't deserve for anyone to talk to you. You should just leave." It said, attacking her viciously. Her cheeks reddened, the cruel words cutting right to her core.
She hadn't really heard what Emma had asked her, momentarily distracted by the voice. She realized her hands were shaking then, and she clenched them into tight fists, looking back up at Emma, catching her last word. She fought to keep her expression neutral. "G-gardens?" She asked, though her voice faltered, and she immediately realized it was evident she'd missed part of the conversation.
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Mar 12, 2017 0:50:45 GMT -6
you cannot stop me.
She'd sort of forgotten what it was like to encounter someone who didn't know she was related to Damien, in one way, at least. So many people at Hogwarts, knew that the three Pynes were related to one another, though friends or stories or gossip or whatever. It really wasn't all that often that Izzy had to explain it to anyone, not really. "Oh, it's alright. I just...I forget that people don't know sometimes, or that they don't assume. I've been with the Pynes, Damien's parents, for half my life now." She explained, feeling the need to shed some light on her slightly odd sentence.
She thought that the next sentence that came out of Emma's mouth was odd in and of itself, though. Raising an eyebrow, clearly confused, Izzy couldn't resist asking her own question back. "No...I am...but I don't understand what you mean. What do you mean you feel like you had a sister?" She asked, clearly not quite keeping up with the redhead's train of thought.
Still, the conversation progressed. She smiled when Emma mentioned the Slytherin team, proud to have met another member of her house. "Oooh, Slytherin, eh? I think they'll make you proud this year. Though, it'll be no thanks to me. But, trust me, I'm a much better bystander than I would be a player for Slytherin." She explained. She really did lack any natural talent for flying, as well as the desire to learn how to fly better. Her mind was usually occupied by plants 99% of the time.
Izzy smiled when they finished introductions, When Damien rushed over, Izzy quickly realized she could be stuck here for hours. This didn't really bother her, she was really a rather patient person, and she thought that this Emma girl certainly seemed interesting enough to talk to. "You're probably right. He'll definitely draw it out for however long they let him, trust me." She said, rolling her eyes a little.
When Emma described her life as boring, Izzy snort laughed a little, before covering her mouth. "Playing professional Quidditch hardly seems boring!" She refuted. "I'm mostly interested in Herbology. I've loved plants ever since I was little. I find them....comforting. Predictable." She admitted, not quite explaining why she needed that comfort in her life, at least before the Pynes.
tag: EMMA ROONEY notes: so i'm thiking maybe their mom was also a lover of Herbology, and this could trigger a memory of Emma's
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Mar 8, 2017 16:25:10 GMT -6
you cannot stop me.
Izzy found herself wriggling a little under the impervious stare of the Quidditch player not sure what else to say, not really. But, when it was suggested that Damien was her boyfriend, she couldn't help but burst out laughing. It took her a moment to collect herself, she could barely speak from the humor she found in the suggestion. "Oh, no, no. Damien is my brother. Well, sort of. My adopted brother. If I have any real brothers, or sisters for that matter, I surely don't know them." She blurted out, the incessant blubbering causing her to reveal unimportant details, ones which this semi-famous athlete probably did not care to know.
She shrugged a little at the question. "Oh. We have a new flying professor, and I think he's honestly just trying to get on our good side. Plus, Damien - my brother - he's on the Hufflepuff team, so it could sort of count as 'extra practice' or something, you know? I'm just tagging a long, though." She explained, as if her lack of Quidditch knowledge wasn't already abundantly clear. "Oh, I'm Izabel. Izabel Pyne." She echoed the introduction, shifting a little from foot to foot.
Just then, Damien ran over excitedly, his broom now covered in signatures. He beamed over at Emma, then looked back at Izzy, quickly explaining that a few of the chasers had agreed to fly around the pitch with him for a bit, giving some pointers. As he ran off again, as quickly as he had come over, Izzy glanced back at Emma. "Well, I guess I have some time to kill now..."
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Mar 6, 2017 21:58:00 GMT -6
you cannot stop me.
It was supposed to be Wayland sitting here in the stands beside Damien. The pair had gotten tickets for this match absolute months ago, and it had been all the two could talk about. She remembered it - the tickets had gone on sale so far in advance, she thought it perhaps may have even been over the summer that the pair had made plans to attend the match. The Pyne family was moderately well-off, however, they were very strict with their money - the opportunity to attend a professional Quidditch match simply did not often present itself.
So, Damien and Wayland had made the plans over the summer, purchasing the tickets finally a few months ago. However, after summer time was when Damien had begun acting weird. Izabel knew of his love of Quidditch, it was one of the few things that seemed inherently him. However, ever since July, he'd become less and less interested in the sport, though his talent had not waned.
Wayland also seemed to be losing interest in the sport, which had ultimately culminated in his absence from the very match she was attending currently. That, however, was much less difficult to identify the root of: he'd much rather be back at the castle, spending time with his fiance than at some match. Plus, he'd conveniently found some 'urgent' prefect duties that needed attending to. Both of his siblings saw right through that one, but even Damien was willing to give his brother a bit of a free pass this time around - seeing Wayland happy was a rarity that none of them wanted to see wane in any way.
Damien hadn't had enough time to ask anyone else, as Wayland had decided pretty much that morning that he simply couldn't go (typical dramatics), so he had hunted down Izabel and begged her to come with him, knowing full well that she had no other obligations that evening. It wasn't often that students got to randomly leave the castle, anyhow, but given that Damien was a Quidditch player, the Flying instructor tended to make exceptions, dubbing the game as a 'field trip'.
Izzy had agreed to accompany her brother, not because she thought she'd finally find the game even a little interesting (a bunch of jocks, chasing around a ball, getting beaten to death by a ball with a mind of its own? no thanks), but because she needed to spend some time with her other older brother. With one finally happy, it seemed the normally more joyful one had had his light dimmed for some reason, a reason of which he had not yet shared. She needed to figure out what was going on with him, and she had hoped that a night out together would make him share these secrets.
She had met Damien down in the Great Hall, and they traveled to Hogsmeade together, using a Portkey there, provided by the Flying Professor, to travel to the site of the match. As Izabel had predicted, Damien was quite excited - his previous waning interest seemed have been built back up. Ever since Valentine's Day, she had noted at least some of his former brightness lurking back in, though it was hardly back to normal.
Still, he bounced forward towards the Pitch, eagerly, rambling off facts about the team at about a million miles a minute. He seemed quite interested in the chasers of the team, for obvious reasons - he shared their position. However, as the pair were seated, Damien teetering away and cheering every so often, Izabel found her eye drawn to one of the beaters. Her red hair matched Izzy's own, and Izzy initially attributed her eye being drawn to that fact alone. However, she couldn't shake an odd, uncomfortable, almost sick feeling that grew in the pit of her stomach.
This was the feeling, she realized, that always seemed to accompany the voice. It rang out extra-loudly when she was stressed or confused or even just bored, with nothing else to occupy her mind. Now, it lurched into the forefront of her thoughts. "This is a waste of time. You should be back at Hogwarts, actually doing something useful." The voice crooned, clearly unamused by the match. Izzy shook her head, as she sat beside Damien, looking sideways to see if he noticed anything odd. He seemed too consumed by the game, which was just as well.
As the match drew to a close, Damien jumped up, his cheeks flushed with excitement. He had brought his broomstick with him, intending to capture the signatures of some of the Tornadoes and Cannons players both on it, especially the Chasers. The siblings waited for the players to re-emerge from the locker room after the match, and Damien began eagerly pouncing on them, requesting the autographs. It was moments like these that Izzy thought he almost seemed normal again. Almost.
The pair approached the red-haired beater that had caught Izzy's eye earlier, and she kind of tried to hang back a little, admiring the view around her as she patiently waited for Damien to finish. However, before he could ask the beater for her autograph, he got distracted by the close proximity of one of the Chasers, and rushed off to talk to him, probably not even noticing the questions that the red-haired beater had directed at the siblings.
Not wanting to be rude, Izabel smiled a little at the girl, looking up at her. Truthfully, she knew next to nothing about Quidditch, so she didn't even know what to say to this woman. Still, she felt some sort of polite words were owed, so she tried to form a thoughtful sentence. "I did! You, um, flew very well." She said, her cheeks reddening as she realized how stupid the sentiment must have sounded to the seasoned athlete.
"Oh, great. That was an original compliment. She surely will think you to be one of the most devoted fans now, and not some typical teenage girl who got dragged here.." The voice said sarcastically in her head. As usual, it was male and slightly familiar, and also very rude, very much unlike her own usual internal dialogue. At the words, Izzy gave another slight shake of her head, trying to quiet it, smiling nervously at the woman. Hopefully, the fact that she was acting oddly would be lost on this woman who both did not know her all that well and also probably had other things to do.
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Mar 2, 2017 20:29:00 GMT -6
sick of all this noise.
As much as Izabel hated the foster system - and she did, she hated it with every fiber of her being - she had to admit it had lead her into the arms of a very loving, very devoted family. The sad fact was that she had had to take the path through a collection of other families that simply didn't care at all along the way. Families who were controlling, families with impure motives. Families that had exposed her to things that perhaps a little girl should have never been exposed to. It was too late to take that back now.
She knew it was a long ways off to decide what she wanted to do with her life. Many of the students her own age hardly had such an idea, nor did even some of the sixth or seventh years. Izzy had been weird that way, knowing exactly what she wanted to do with her life from her first Herbology class. She couldn't imagine doing anything else. "I don't really have any interest in anything else. But, I suppose that could always change with time....you've still got lots of time to figure it out, though. Two more years..." She said, her desire to get out of here evident. While she did want to come back and teach, she wanted to be out in the world as well, living her life to the fullest.