Post by Belle Roberts on Jun 12, 2008 14:46:00 GMT -5
15-year-old Isabelle Roberts, or Belle as she liked to be called, was sitting in the corner at the Three Broomsticks. She was drinking a butterbeer, and she had a smile on her face.
Although really, Belle could always be seen with a smile on her face, even when she wasn't really happy. She generally fooled most people. She was pretty much nice to everyone and hated conflict. She rarely ever raised her voice, and was just generally a nice and happy person all around. She never had anything bad to say about anyone.
Still though, it was hard for her to open up. Especially to guys. She made friends easily, but she kept them at a distance. Well, not the girls but if she happened to make a guy friend, she kept him at arm's length. She sighed as she sipped at her butterbeer. She was looking out the window, watching the people as they passed. She was a people-watcher for sure. She got out her drawing pad and started drawing a person that she saw outside. She liked to draw what she saw. Pretty much, she was just bored though and it was something to do at the moment.
Although really, Belle could always be seen with a smile on her face, even when she wasn't really happy. She generally fooled most people. She was pretty much nice to everyone and hated conflict. She rarely ever raised her voice, and was just generally a nice and happy person all around. She never had anything bad to say about anyone.
Still though, it was hard for her to open up. Especially to guys. She made friends easily, but she kept them at a distance. Well, not the girls but if she happened to make a guy friend, she kept him at arm's length. She sighed as she sipped at her butterbeer. She was looking out the window, watching the people as they passed. She was a people-watcher for sure. She got out her drawing pad and started drawing a person that she saw outside. She liked to draw what she saw. Pretty much, she was just bored though and it was something to do at the moment.
