Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was pretty much back to her usual strength and health by now. The scarring at her throat had almost entirely blended into her skin, and in a few more days it would be entirely gone. So, physically, she was feeling pretty good

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[flickofawrist]

Flick was actually surprised to see Isabelle in the common room. Well, he was more surprised that she was still on the island, actually.

"You cooking?" He couldn't see the donut boxes just yet.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle glanced back over her shoulder. "No, I'm choosing."

There were like a dozen donuts in this box alone, and all different.

[flickofawrist]

"Choosing what?" he asked, sidling closer and peering down over her shoulder. "That's a lot of donuts. You hungry?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle shrugged a shoulder - the one he wasn't currently hovering over. "It's morning, and I haven't had breakfast yet. But no, before you ask, I'm not intending to eat all of these myself."