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Hermione_loves_Ron · 03-28-2008, 03:43 PM

So, this is the first Ficlet I ever wrote, waaaay back in December, when I had finally, fully fleshed out Issy. Her family, her home, her hired help, pets, extended family, etc. And I honestly fell in love with Fredreich. He is one of my favorite characters in Issy's life, so you'll see a lot about him in here.

Breif history: Fredreich is an orphaned Muggle that Issy's family took in. However, at a young age he declared that he felt in debt to the family and wanted to do whatever he could for them, eventually persuading them to allow him to do chores round the house. Eventually, he became a sort of gardener and care taker of Gaia, the family pony. He does other chores, too, and the family pays him, so he's not really RELATED to them or anything. Heehee.

I'm in love with him. Anyway. Here you are. First ever Issy ficlet o:!

P.S: Lark is Matti's pet lemur. Heehee.

It rained often at the Cortella estate and if it wasn’t raining, then the sky was grey and drizzling. Those rare days when the sun did peak sent Isabella, Mattio, and the “helping hand”, Fredrich, out to play. Usually the games were sill; pirates (in which Issy was Captain), Queen of Scotland (Issy was Queen, Mattio the unruly Prince and poor Fredreich, the whipping boy), or Statues (Issy won often because Matti was impatient and twitchy and Fredreich would get called away for chores or otherwise let Issy win). Most of the time, though, the children were cooped inside, playing Wizards Chess, Gobstones, or dress up. These were nice days that Issy greatly enjoyed, which included the cook sneaking cookies to the children, muggle soda, and a plethora of Chocolate Frogs.

But, alas, Matti was getting old enough to stand up for himself and Fredreich was no longer a boy but a man of seventeen (but a helping hand, nonetheless), and Issy herself was now eleven and soon to be off to Hogwarts for her first year. It was an especially exciting time for her (though Matti spent much time pouting in between tantrums) and she was granted permission to cast small practice spells (“NOT ON MATTI!” her mother was quick to declare) so Isabella spent much time casting summoning charms (“Leave Lark be!”) and toying with the lights (“Turn ‘em back on, Issy! I can’t seeee!”).

“How d’you fancy it’ll be?” inquired Fredreich from beneath his messy hair as he groomed Gaia, the Cortella pony, one grey day.

Isabella sat upon the gate of the stall, watching idly. The question came somewhat as a surprise; Fredreich was a muggle and though he knew of the magic in the Cortella family, it had been a few years since he and Issy had spoken of it. From her perch, she scrutinized dirty dirty Fredreich and what was left of his boyish face. There would be boys his age at Hogwarts, too, she realized for the first time.

“I think it’ll be fabulous,” she finally declared, tucking back her hair. “Magnificent and… magical, of course, haha. I fancy it’ll be pretty exciting.”

Pausing in his brushing of Gaia’s fur, Fredreich smiled. “Aye, I’ll bet. You’ll dwell right well, I imagine, Tellie. You’ve a good head on your tiny structure.”

A cross between smiling proudly and rolling her eyes made Fredreich bark with laughter. Isabella pulled a face, wrinkling her upturned nose and puckering her lips. Jumping down, she rightened herself to a full height of a messy four foot eight, held her hands upon her hips, and hoisted her chin high.

“I’ll let you know, Fredreich. I might be tiny, but one day, I’m going to be an amazing witch. And you’ll be very jealous.”

Fredreich laughed. “You’re right.”

There was a pause.

Fredreich continued to nonchalantly comb Gaia while Isabella’s hands abruptly dropped frojm her hips. The pride upon her face was replaced by genuine shame and she glanced to the ground, shuffling her feet and toying with the hem of her skirt. Sometimes, she spoike without thinking. It wasn’t with intent to brag that she’d teased him, after all! He was a childhood playmate, Fredrich.

“Will you be? Really?” Isabella asked softly. “Are you jealous Fredreich? I’d bring you, if I could. To Hogwarts.”

Glancing up, she met the smile of her childhood friend, of the boy she knew so much better.

“You are indeed a very nice girl, Tellie, with a very kind offer. Indeed, I envy this great chance of yours. But you’ve your path in life and I’ve mine. I was destined to die in that orphanage, till your mother came along. Make the best of your life, Tellie. Do it for the both of us and I’ll not be saddened by your greater fortune.”

All the while, a smile remained upon the servant boy’s face, but Isabella felt a swelling of sadness. Often, she forgot the status of Fredreich and Lorelei and Tomás. She didn’t really think of them as lower than she. Especially so as Fredreich was so much of a playmate, a friend.

“Oh Fredreich!” she cried, running and throwing her arms around Fredreich’s waist. “You’ve been a great friend! I’m sorry for being such a pushy, rotten, spoiled friend.”

The boy merely laughed and hugged his friend back.

“Nonsense, Tellie. You’ve been quite the fine friend. The best I could ask of.”

03-28-2008, 03:43 PM	#3 (permalink)
Hermione_loves_Ron OWS/AD2FC/TLFC Ravenclaw Reporter Brain Twin Inferius Location: In your imagination Join Date: Jun 2003 Posts: 62,832 Hogwarts RPG Name: Isabella {Issy} Cortella Fourth Year Ministry RPG Name: Morzella {Mozzie} O'Niel Diagon Alley	So, this is the first Ficlet I ever wrote, waaaay back in December, when I had finally, fully fleshed out Issy. Her family, her home, her hired help, pets, extended family, etc. And I honestly fell in love with Fredreich. He is one of my favorite characters in Issy's life, so you'll see a lot about him in here. Breif history: Fredreich is an orphaned Muggle that Issy's family took in. However, at a young age he declared that he felt in debt to the family and wanted to do whatever he could for them, eventually persuading them to allow him to do chores round the house. Eventually, he became a sort of gardener and care taker of Gaia, the family pony. He does other chores, too, and the family pays him, so he's not really RELATED to them or anything. Heehee. I'm in love with him. Anyway. Here you are. First ever Issy ficlet o:! P.S: Lark is Matti's pet lemur. Heehee. It rained often at the Cortella estate and if it wasn’t raining, then the sky was grey and drizzling. Those rare days when the sun did peak sent Isabella, Mattio, and the “helping hand”, Fredrich, out to play. Usually the games were sill; pirates (in which Issy was Captain), Queen of Scotland (Issy was Queen, Mattio the unruly Prince and poor Fredreich, the whipping boy), or Statues (Issy won often because Matti was impatient and twitchy and Fredreich would get called away for chores or otherwise let Issy win). Most of the time, though, the children were cooped inside, playing Wizards Chess, Gobstones, or dress up. These were nice days that Issy greatly enjoyed, which included the cook sneaking cookies to the children, muggle soda, and a plethora of Chocolate Frogs. But, alas, Matti was getting old enough to stand up for himself and Fredreich was no longer a boy but a man of seventeen (but a helping hand, nonetheless), and Issy herself was now eleven and soon to be off to Hogwarts for her first year. It was an especially exciting time for her (though Matti spent much time pouting in between tantrums) and she was granted permission to cast small practice spells (“NOT ON MATTI!” her mother was quick to declare) so Isabella spent much time casting summoning charms (“Leave Lark be!”) and toying with the lights (“Turn ‘em back on, Issy! I can’t seeee!”). “How d’you fancy it’ll be?” inquired Fredreich from beneath his messy hair as he groomed Gaia, the Cortella pony, one grey day. Isabella sat upon the gate of the stall, watching idly. The question came somewhat as a surprise; Fredreich was a muggle and though he knew of the magic in the Cortella family, it had been a few years since he and Issy had spoken of it. From her perch, she scrutinized dirty dirty Fredreich and what was left of his boyish face. There would be boys his age at Hogwarts, too, she realized for the first time. “I think it’ll be fabulous,” she finally declared, tucking back her hair. “Magnificent and… magical, of course, haha. I fancy it’ll be pretty exciting.” Pausing in his brushing of Gaia’s fur, Fredreich smiled. “Aye, I’ll bet. You’ll dwell right well, I imagine, Tellie. You’ve a good head on your tiny structure.” A cross between smiling proudly and rolling her eyes made Fredreich bark with laughter. Isabella pulled a face, wrinkling her upturned nose and puckering her lips. Jumping down, she rightened herself to a full height of a messy four foot eight, held her hands upon her hips, and hoisted her chin high. “I’ll let you know, Fredreich. I might be tiny, but one day, I’m going to be an amazing witch. And you’ll be very jealous.” Fredreich laughed. “You’re right.” There was a pause. Fredreich continued to nonchalantly comb Gaia while Isabella’s hands abruptly dropped frojm her hips. The pride upon her face was replaced by genuine shame and she glanced to the ground, shuffling her feet and toying with the hem of her skirt. Sometimes, she spoike without thinking. It wasn’t with intent to brag that she’d teased him, after all! He was a childhood playmate, Fredrich. “Will you be? Really?” Isabella asked softly. “Are you jealous Fredreich? I’d bring you, if I could. To Hogwarts.” Glancing up, she met the smile of her childhood friend, of the boy she knew so much better. “You are indeed a very nice girl, Tellie, with a very kind offer. Indeed, I envy this great chance of yours. But you’ve your path in life and I’ve mine. I was destined to die in that orphanage, till your mother came along. Make the best of your life, Tellie. Do it for the both of us and I’ll not be saddened by your greater fortune.” All the while, a smile remained upon the servant boy’s face, but Isabella felt a swelling of sadness. Often, she forgot the status of Fredreich and Lorelei and Tomás. She didn’t really think of them as lower than she. Especially so as Fredreich was so much of a playmate, a friend. “Oh Fredreich!” she cried, running and throwing her arms around Fredreich’s waist. “You’ve been a great friend! I’m sorry for being such a pushy, rotten, spoiled friend.” The boy merely laughed and hugged his friend back. “Nonsense, Tellie. You’ve been quite the fine friend. The best I could ask of.” Last edited by Hermione_loves_Ron : 03-28-2008 at 03:49 PM.