She’s dancing with strangers, falling apart
Waiting for Superman to pick her up

She’s out on the corner trying to catch a glimpse
Nothing’s making sense

Outfit @isolde

Location: Isolde's home 
Date: June 3rd 8pm

You don't really see things coming when you are doing something stupid, it was something that her mother had told her over and over. She never listened when she was a child and would run headlong into projects only to fall asleep at the table just like her mother said she would. She had told her mother that she would never date a guy and have sex with him. She had done that. She promised that she would wait to find love, that she would focus on her life and career, and she had done that, but here she was. With feelings for someone and she had been sleeping with him. He had gotten under her skin and she was crazy about him. 

She had been working non-stop lately to not think about these things, and to not have to tell her mother what she had done. She felt almost as if she was walking around wearing a badge that betrayed it or something. She just wasn't sure if she should tell her mother, but the worst part was that she was getting sick. She had been tired all the time and throwing up all day for the last few days. She felt  horrible and she just met with her publisher and had discussed a new book. It was pretty well received thus far so she wasn't honestly shocked that she was being asked for a second one, but she had asked to do this meeting on another day and had left claiming she was sick. 

Her mother was the first place that she had gone from there, she needed her Mummy. She felt like death, and she knew that she had been pushing herself but that was how she had always done it and have never gotten sick from stressing out too much or anything. She dropped her bag by the door and found her mother. Sinking to the floor next to her mother she put her head on her mother's knee and whined softly. "Mum, I don't feel good. I think I'm getting sick."  

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There were days when Isolde felt as if her work was never done. She felt as if she was living in her office.

Between Ministry files, mandates, and declarations as well as her own Cavanaugh & Slagle case files, she was nearly drowning in all the paperwork. But she refused to let all of it get to her head. No, if there was one thing that Isolde Macmillan was good at, it was keeping her world in neat and tidy order.

But that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy a nice glass of rosé at the end of the day to destress. And that was exactly what she was doing. She had spent the majority of her Saturday cooped up in her office, trying to figure out how exactly she was going to outsmart Hank Davis at their next court appearance. He had caught her off guard a few months back, pulling out big cards early in the case and upsetting her entire argument. She only had herself to blame, honestly. She had let Hank get under her skin and now she was dealing with the consequences. Still, she couldn’t help but imagine what it would have been like if Hank wasn’t her rival. Ridiculous, she thought, taking a sip of her drink. But it was obvious given the smile on her lips that it wasn’t so ridiculous of a thought after all.

She heard the door to her flap open. “Izzy, sweetheart, is that you?” she called from the couch. Sure enough, the woman heard her daughter dropping off her bag near the door and then saw her familiar face peek around the corner. Her daughter was the most important thing in the world to her. Isolde had done everything to make sure that Izzy would be well cared for from the moment she was born. It was a tight bond that the pair shared — the kind between a single mother who would give everything for her daughter and a daughter who would give everything for her mother. They had spent so much time together that Isolde knew when something was wrong. And something was indeed wrong today.

Almost instantly, Isolde noticed that her color was off. “You look a little green around the gills,” she answered, putting her glass of wine down and gently stroking at her daughter’s hair as she curled up near her knees. “You’ve been so busy, I knew it was only a matter of time before you took ill. You can’t keep going at the speed of light. Eventually you’ll burn yourself out. Even women with us need to slow down, right?” Her voice was gentle, though her words were honest. She was always honest with Izzy…except for the whole “who’s your father” situation, but that was something else entirely. “Do you think you’ve been over doing it? Would you like me to make you some soup?”

-Waiting for Superman

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As a child she had been good and obedient, focusing on her school work above all, even if she did get into a little trouble here and even then it wasn’t anything to write home about (thankfully). She did everything that her mother ever asked of her, because that was what they had been, they had been a pair, just them and it had been hard, something hard for her to graso at times but she had the stories that her mother had told her back then to help her. Stories of a man who was not even real. Someone who was a lie, a figment of her mother’s imagination, a way to protect her. She new that now, but then it had been everything to Izzy.

Those stories had formed who she had become, and Izzy knew that on some level she had betrayed her mother’s trust. She had betrayed the one thing that was more important than anything else. Her mother’s trust. Maybe this sickness was Karma’s way of telling her that she would have to pay for that lie, for the sin of betraying her mother’s confidence,

When her mother stroked her hair Izzy moved her head onto her mother’s lap further and cuddled the older woman as she curled into a ball. ”I know I need to, but there is just so much to do, and I get a break as soon as I finish the reports I am on. Vacation coming soon too.” She just had to make it until then. She knew that she could do it, she just had to do it.

When her mother mentioned the soup she made a face and shook her head. ”Ew, no. I made some last night to try and feel better and I ended up retching half the night with heartburn. Link thinks I caught something at work.” She said as she slipped up and said his name.

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Her daughter was everything to her. Izzy had a lot of her looks, despite the hair — the hair was definitely her father’s. But when she looked down at her daughter, she couldn’t help but see a younger version of herself. Isolde had put so much into her career at such a young age. It had paid off, for certain. She was Assistant Dean at Lufkin and an Adviser to the Minister of Magic. She was a successful lawyer with her own practice and the owner of a Quidditch team. When all was said and done, she was doing alright for herself. And so was her daughter. Izzy had followed in her mother’s footsteps and joined the Ministry as Junior Assistant to Andromeda, but she was also an accomplished Astronomer, Archeologist, Anthropologist, and Alchemist. She wrote her own books, for Merlin’s sake. Proud didn’t even begin to describe how Isolde felt about her.

All those sacrifices…everything. It had been worth it because her daughter was exactly who she was supposed to be. “Sometimes I wish the whole summer was a vacation. Things were so much easier when we were in school, weren’t they?” She played with her daughter’s dark hair a few strokes more before Izzy’s words awoke something strange within her. Isolde paused, the hair on the back of her own neck prickling. The thought that passed through her mind was ridiculous. Undoubtedly ridiculous. There was no way that her daughter — her Izzy could be —

No.

She wasn’t.

Isolde pushed the thought from her mind. It was a ridiculous notion.

It was such a snap thing to assume. Especially given what she knew about her daughter. Izzy was a virgin. She couldn’t possibly be pregnant, could she? Merlin’s Beard, she did not need an immaculate pregnancy on her hands. Isolde rolled her eyes at herself. “Well, maybe that’s just because it wasn’t your mum’s famous chicken noodle soup,” though it was a well-known fact that Isolde couldn’t cook. She knew how to do a lot of things, but cooking wasn’t one of them. “I can order it from—”

Isolde wasn’t particularly fond of Link Orville. He seemed like a bad boy trying to play nice with her daughter. But she knew about boys like that. After all, Lucian had been one of them and everyone had seen where that had gotten Isolde. She bit down on her lip, debating whether or not to say anything but couldn’t help herself. “How is dear Link?” She asked, standing up and grabbing the phone to dial the deli down the street for some soup.

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She had never felt this bad in her life, it had to be the flu or some magical disease or something. She had been vaccinated when she had started going to other countries, and she kept them up too, not wanting to get sick when she went anywhere. She hated being ill even as a child so feeling like this was not welcome at all. She just wanted to lay with her head in her mother’s lap and whine for a while. Then she would go home and lay on the couch and read and work on her journal or write something. She would be fine and she knew it, but having her mother dote on her, just for a little while was the best thing that she could ever feel.

She laughed at her mother and sighed softly before nodding her head. ”It would be so much easier if we could just away and forget things sometimes. Just be carefree and happy. Just be young, just be free.” She sat up and ran a hand through her hair and leaned back on the couch before blinking at her mother. ”You’re probably right, Mum. That sounds great!”

After he had been in the papers, she knew that her mom was not a huge fan of the man. She didn’t blame he, she probably thought that he was corrupting her and for all that Izzy knew, he was. He could very well be messing with her head and using her, but she had no idea other than that she cared about it, that he meant something to her, and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to put a name on it. She wasn’t sure that she could have if she wanted to. ”He’s good. Busy time of year, getting ready for the upcoming season.”

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[attr="class","reasonsmallisolde"]Making a wish on a passing car She’s dancing with strangers, falling apart Waiting for Superman to pick her up

[attr="class","reasonbodisolde"]These were the moments when she felt like her daughter was a child again. Her sweet, darling little Izzy, curled up in a ball in her childhood bedroom, staring up at her, wining that she felt so terribly ill. Isolde remembered those days fondly because they were the days when she would ask for her mother – when she would reach out for her with her tiny little fingers.

Looking at her daughter now, from across the room, it was hard to believe that she was twenty-seven years old. It was hard to believe that she was much past the age Isolde had been when she’d given birth.

Merlin’s Beard, why did that notion keep sneaking up on her like that? Isolde shook her head and held onto the phone before covering the receiver. It was ringing on the other side and they would answer soon, but not before she could get in a word about Link. “Watch him, won’t you. Those Quidditch men…”

At that precise moment, a voice on the other side of the line picked up. “Two chicken noodle soups, please. For delivery.” They already knew her address by the phone number recall, and Isolde hung up the phone confident that they would have a delivery in a few minutes and Izzy would be feeling right as rain. If not, she would insist her daughter stay here for the night. She couldn’t have her going home where Lincoln would look after her. There was no telling if that man would do anything but look at himself in the mirror.

Isolde returned to her daughter, putting her hand on hers as she looked at Izzy intently. She worried after her – especially now that she was with Link. Maybe she was being overprotective…but this was the first serious boyfriend that her daughter had had. It was the first time that Isolde had felt like she was out of her element. But, Izzy was twenty-seven, she reminded herself as she shook her head. “I just worry after you, that’s all.”

Of course, it probably wouldn’t excuse what she had said, but it would at least stop Izzy from blowing it out of proportion and staring a fight about her boyfriend. “But, I’m just glad you came here.” She would rather Izzy be in her apartment than in her own all alone while Link “got ready for the season.” “Are you sure there’s nothing else I can get you, sweetheart?”

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