Jace & Izzy meet !

[isabelle jade adler]

“Clothes, check. Toothbrush, check. Wand, check. Max… Where’s Max?” It was September 1st, the day of Isabelle Adler’s first train to Hogwarts. She was extremely nervous and running a tad late, which was never a good combination.

“Mum?” she called into the hallway. With no response, she jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen, where her mom was reading over some papers, which Isabelle presumed were from her job. “Mum, have you seen Max?”

“No, Isabelle, have you checked your trunk?” her mother asked, not looking up from the papers. Isabelle looked at her mother, confused, and cocked one eyebrow.

“Why would the cat be in my trunk?” Isabelle asked, to no response from her mother. She turned around and started to walk up the steps, when she found Max cuddling in the corner of the hallway. “Come on, big guy,” she said, grabbing the brown cat up in her arms. She placed him in his crate, much to his reluctance, and started to drag her things down the hallway.

“Dad, I’m ready!” she called from the top of the stairs. “Can you help me with my trunk, please?”

She saw her father turn from inside his office, and bound up the stairs. “Got it,” he said, leaving her to carry Max’s crate, from which she could hear a muted hissing noise. “Do you have everything?” he asked, and she nodded. “Say goodbye to your mum, then,” he said, nodding his head towards the kitchen.

“Bye, mum,” Isabelle said, playing with her hands. Encounters with her mother had always been a bit on the awkward side, but mostly because her mother was always busy, and Isabelle had always felt bad for interrupting her.

“Bye, sweetheart,” her mother said, smiling at her from across the counter. “I’ll send letters and packages, okay?”

Isabelle was a bit surprised, expecting a quick ‘Okay, great, have fun,’ from her mother. “Yes ma’am,” Isabelle said, smiling lightly.

She walked back out into the living room, and grabbed onto her father’s arm, where they apparated to King’s Cross station. When they arrived, she went to back away from her father, when she accidentally backed into a boy dragging his trunk behind him, following a woman who Isabelle guessed to be his mother. There was something about him, but she couldn’t tell what.

“’Scuse me,” she said, smiling politely. He gave her a small half smile in return, then turned back to follow his mother. He looked around her age, maybe a year older. She watched the woman smile down at him, while making sure his trunk was securely in the train and his shirt was buttoned up correctly. Isabelle was abruptly was pulled out of her thoughts by her father.
“Isabelle,” he said, touching her shoulder lightly. “All of your things are on the train, are you ready to go?”

“Thank you, sir,” she said, her eyes still following the boy. “And no, not entirely. But I’m a big girl.”

“That’s the spirit. Go ahead and get on the train, and I’ll see you at Christmas,” Isabelle nodded, and her father pulled her into a hug. She was quite surprised at how, well, parent-like her parents were acting. They did care about her leaving, even if it was the tiniest bit. Usually she was just, well, there to them.

After the hug, she climbed onto the steps, turning to wave at her father, but he was gone. She frowned, and turned back into the train. She walked down the aisle, looking for an empty compartment. Her heart started to pound a bit faster, what if she couldn’t find anyone to sit with? Then what would she do?

Isabelle sighed and lightly smiled as she found an empty compartment about halfway down the length of the train. She sat in the seat closest to the window and placed Max on the seat across from her. She leaned her head against the window and pulled a book out of her backpack. As soon as she got settled into the book, she heard the door open.

“Hi, er, do you mind if I sit here?” She looked up, seeing the same boy from the station standing in the open doorway. “Everything else is full of older kids and people I’m not too particularly fond of,” he said.

“Sure,” she said, moving Max onto the seat next to her, leaving room for the boy. He sat down, placing his stuff on the seat next to him, and curled one leg underneath him. “I’m Isabelle, Isabelle Adler.”

“I’m Jace Carlile,” he said, half-smiling. “I have a question. Does anyone ever call you Izzy?”

She looked at him, slightly confused. “No,” she said, “no one ever calls me Izzy, my parents just call me Isabelle.”

“Oh,” he said, nodding. “Is it alright if I call you Izzy, then?”

“I suppose so,” she said. “It does have a nice sound to it. Does that mean I’m allowed to call you Jacey, then?” She smiled at him, raising one eyebrow.

“No, absolutely not,” he said, laughing. She laughed along with him, and suddenly, all of her nerves about Hogwarts were gone. She knew at that moment, she had at least one friend, and that was all she needed.

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