Cold ((Isabella))

[Ian Hunt]

I sit half in the window-ledge of the owlery, half paying attention to the inside of the room, but mostly focused on the sky outside.
A weak blue, completely clear and crisp with December air. It was still quite early, too early for most students to be up and wandering around yet so I could get a few moments peace. I couldn't find peace at home at the moment, that was for sure.
I breathe into my cupped hands, shaking the sleeves of my jacket down over pale fingers as they start to sting from being numb with cold to warming slightly in my effort to keep at a temperature slightly above freezing.
Hearing footsteps on the stairs, I glance briefly across the room, then back out at th sky in an unalarmed way. I didn't really care that much right now.
It was too cold. In all senses of the word.

[Isabella Parker]

Isabella, you must come and visit me soon darling! I haven't heard from you in ages. Your father and I would lvoe to have a word or two with you.

Love,
Mother

I laughed lightly to myself. They gave the missions the Dark Lord gave them to me. My luck, they knew I was pregnat and wanted to hurt the baby. I brung my jacket closer to me and tied my reply to a random owl. I put my back against the wall and slid to the floor. "God I'm fucked up," I muttered.

[Ian Hunt]

I turn my head slightly again, watching a girl move about the owlery then frowning ever so slightly.
She seemed familiar, or maybe it was just my imagination coupled with lack of sleep.

[Isabella Parker]

I looked around, seeing all the owls going in and out windows. My eye caught a man sitting on the window ledge. My eyes widened and I focused on him for a moment. By the look on his face, he hadn't really figured out who I was yet. "You still look the same," I mutter but loud enough for him to hear.

[Ian Hunt]

This definitely assures me that I know her. And the voice seems to help with the process of the memory clicking into place.
I snort softly and roll my eyes, "You haven't changed a bit either."

[Isabella Parker]

"How have you been, Ian?" Life really couldn't get any better right now...

[Ian Hunt]

"On wonderful," I reply in a clipped tone, "Yourself Isabella?"

[Isabella Parker]

"Could be better," I say nodding. "Has little Ian done anything with his life at all?"

[Ian Hunt]

"Hmm, indeed he has," I reply coolly, "Little Ian's a lot happier than he was before thanks."
Still feel the need for self-mutilation of course...
"What about you? Done anything worthwhile at all?"

[Isabella Parker]

"Thats good. I haven't actually, but I've been busy though," I said carefully. Making sure nothing would slip out. I was still debating on whether to tell him I was pregnant or not.

[Ian Hunt]

"And you're hiding something from me," I remark, moving my legs back round into the room so I'm facing her completely, smirk tugging at the corner of my lips, "You're definitely hiding something."

[Isabella Parker]

"You always were very observant," I muttered and took a big breath. "You tell anyone at all and I will kill you. I'm preggers."

[Ian Hunt]

"I'd like to see you try," I say smoothly, with easy confidence even though I honestly don't feel it, then raise my eyebrows, "Pregnant. Wow."
I decide now isn't a good time to mention that I'm now a father myself.

[Isabella Parker]

"Don't underestimate me," I say with a slight glare. "You said your life was wonderful, anything like this happen to you?" I ask hoping maybe I could catch something to help me with my baby. I still didn't know if I wanted it.

[Ian Hunt]

"Oh, I'm not," I smirk softly, aiming to aggravate her as much as I possibly can, "Maybe, maybe not," I answer non-committedly.

[Isabella Parker]

I bit my lip to resist the urge to yell at him. "I'll just assume your still nothing then." I say calmly.

[Ian Hunt]

"Then I hope that helps you to sleep at night," I smile without warmth.

[Isabella Parker]

I laugh bitterly, "I'm sure it will. You know my father has been with You-Know-Who now for a long time. He says that he was looking through a few death eater files. He found yours," I say with a small smirk playing at my lips. "Since when did you have the guts?"

[Ian Hunt]

"I've had the guts for a very long time," I reply easily, "I think you forget my father. Thought I could get away with not being a death eater growing up with him as a role-model?"

[Isabella Parker]

"You have a point there. Mum told me I had no choice but to join. Have you ever had any missions at all?"

[Ian Hunt]

"Like I said, I've been doing this for a long time. I've had a fair few," I reply shortly.

[Isabella Parker]

I stared at him with only one thing going through my mind. "Look, you know my secret. I know that you and me have never really been friends," I pause for a moment to get my words together, "But please don't tell any one about the pregnancy. Which I'm sure you will sooner or later." He wants to see you suffer... You know it.

[Ian Hunt]

"Ha, you and me have never been friends, understatement of the century," I roll my eyes, then glance at her, half tempted to ask 'What's in it for me?' but instead I decide it's not really fair to mess with her about that so I just shrug, "Whatever."

[Isabella Parker]

"Figures you'd say something like that," I laugh slightly. "Thank you, I would really appreciate that. So nothing about your life at all? How is your father and mother?"

[Ian Hunt]

"Dead," I meet her eyes to show I was serious, "Both dead. Good riddance. Yours?"

[Isabella Parker]

"Your lucky. Father is his usual self and mum doesn't like me much any more. Why? I don't know."

[Ian Hunt]

"Family is overrated anyway," I shrug, "Speaking of which. Who knocked you up? Out of interest."

[Isabella Parker]

"Nice way to put it. I don't know. I was slightly wasted..." I say my voice trailing off. "It was at a muggle party."

[Ian Hunt]

I can't help but laugh slightly, without humour, "Well, that'll be one to tell the kid."

[Isabella Parker]

"I don't even know if I'm going to keep it," I say coldly and glare slightly at my stomach.