After looking at the new Quidditch broomsticks a few shops away, Isabel walked happily into the ice cream shop. After having a long day shopping for her new robes, due to the fact that she'd grown taller through-out vacations, Bell felt her feet hurting and her tongue strongly desiring ice-cold chocolate. Her father would've loved to be there, having as many ice cream scoops as he could, with as many toppings his stomach could handle, but unfortunately, her mother wanted to check a few more shops before the evening ran out.
Isabel walked outside the ice cream shop, holding her mint chocolate chip scoop in a cup and looked around the courtyard for an empty space to sit. It was a really sunny day, so she picked an empty table with the umbrella open. Her skin was so pale and fragile sticking around the sun too much meant reddened skin the next day. She grabbed a plastic spoon from the wooden stand in the center of the table and happily scooped a little of her minty ice cream into her mouth. She felt a little talkative today...she was hoping she could meet someone.