Third Floor Common Room, Monday Late Morning

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Isabelle had to admit, it had been nice to spar with another Shadowhunter whose moves she was not a hundred percent familiar with, this morning. Even if said Shadowhunter was a tiny one, and so she'd had to hold back pretty much all of her strength. And also had to use the wooden swords. But still. Yukon wasn't half bad – not that Isabelle had expected her to be – and it had been fun, in a different way from what she usually did in the salle.

What was less nice was when Yukon announced that breakfast made by Isabelle would not cut it, and that they'd either have to get Daddy to make it, or buy something. So in a fit of niceness, Isabelle had ordered in some super healthy breakfast from J,GoB. Hey, growing Shadowhunters needed their sugar! Or maybe they shouldn't have been left unsupervised. Either or.

So, now both girls were curled up on the couch, getting their all-important sugar fix, and talking about such important things as how much Yukon's poor dad still tried to talk to Shadowhunters about mundane things that fell to deaf ears.

And maybe there were even some pastries to share with people who happened to come by. Maybe. Lightwood girls were pretty fickle about sharing.

[ooc: Open!]

Third Floor Common Room [Monday evening]

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Celia was not sad that the little girl had left. Not at all. She was relieved -- she'd been exhausted by Margaret's exuberance, and mystified by who her father could be, and all Celia could talk about for the last two days was how much she was looking forward to sleeping the rest of the week.

But now that she was gone, and she'd touched her hair and asked Celia to come with her, and Celia could still remember the feel of her daughter in her arms...well. It was a little different, and she found herself wishing she could take back some of her complaining.

That was why she was sitting on the common room couch with a bowl of strawberry ice cream -- she'd picked a gallon up on her way back to the dorms, after saying goodbye. There had been other flavors, but the selection was overwhelming. She was vaguely watching the television, too, but she couldn't have said what was on.

She wasn't sad. She was just -- regretful, she supposed.

[open cr is open, come be sad or not-sad that your kids are gone. also: ice cream.]