fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

This grey and rainy afternoon seemed like the perfect time for Isabelle to seize control of her common room's kitchen area and cook something. Everyone liked a bowlful of hot soup to warm them up for the fall weather, right? So that was what she was making as she bustled around the kitchen, her long dress flaring out around her legs and then settling down again whenever she turned to get this or that from the cupboards. She was following a recipe (for a given Izzy value of "following") she'd gotten from someone back in New York, and the soup smelled just fine. So, it was kind of like one of those exotic animals in a rain forest that look beautiful but are just waiting to poison you and eat your face.

Isabelle's soup wasn't going to eat anyone's face. At most, it was going to give people an upset stomach. Not to mention a need to be extra polite and claim it tasted just fine, really, and that the tuna and the... whatever that really strong spice was were a really good match. Honest.

She looked pretty content and even happy, though, stirring the pot as she waited for the soup o be finished. So, there was that.

[ooc: Open! Come taste Izzy's awful cooking.]

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"Stiles has a big mouth," Isaac said, rolling his eyes. "What makes you think you would have figured it out? I don't make it obvious."

Or he thought so, anyway. He didn't scratch locker doors with his claws anymore.

"Because it's my job to figure it out."

Which was a fact she didn't make a lot of noise about around the school (at least until the next invasion or so), but he wasn't a mundane, so.

"So you're a hunter," he guessed. "Should I be afraid you poisoned the soup?"

"Shadowhunter," she corrected. "And no."

Yes, yes he should. But by accident, not on purpose.

"Shadowhunter," Isaac repeated. "You're more shadowy than other hunters?"

Isabelle rolled her eyes once more, and stirred her soup a bit again. "I'm not sure what kind of hunters you're referring to, but sure, I guess the occasional invisibility makes us a little shadowy. But it's just what we're called."

Because Jonathan Shadowhunter had been kind of an egomaniac.

"Huh. Haven't heard of you," he said. "But I'm new to this whole werewolf thing."

Isabelle waved her hand, the one with the rune. "And a different kind from what we have at home, judging by what Stiles said," she said. "So the Accords don't concern you."

"And that's...good?"

Isabelle shrugged. "Well, it means whatever you do won't affect the peace where I'm from."

"I'm not going to hurt anybody," Isaac said. "Well, not unless they deserve it, obviously."

"And hurt anyone who doesn't, and I'll kick your nice ass, Accords or no Accords," Isabelle told him lightly, glancing down at her cooking. "Just fair warning."

She didn't think he'd be any trouble. She just wanted that out there.

"You're going to kick my ass?" Yep, that was an incredulous look there.

Oh, Isaac. Look at that eyebrow go way, way up.

"You think I couldn't?"

"I didn't say that." After all, he had been stabbed a lot by Allison before. "But I think you'd have a tough time doing it."

"Well, I didn't say it would be easy."

Just that she'd get it done.

She poked at the soup again. "I think this is done now, you want some?"

"Uh." That so did not look edible. "I guess so."

And it was going to taste even worse!

Isabelle smiled at him. "Great," she said, as she went to grab him a bowl. So he couldn't change his mind. A moment later, and she was offering him both a bowlful of soup as well as a spoon. "Careful, it's hot."

And horrible.

Oh god. "Looks good."

Thank god she couldn't hear that lie.

The face he made when he took a hesitant spoonful, however, probably said everything.

Isabelle tilted her head.

"Too much salt?"

Too much of all the wrong things, Izzy.

"Just a little." Sure, let's go with that excuse.

Isabelle shrugged happily. "Well, that's just a minor problem," she claimed. "You know, back home, they like to act like I can't cook."

Okay, she was kind of aggressively cheerful about that. It might have been a good idea not to agree with her family's very accurate opinion of her skills.

"I can't imagine why they would say that." Oh he knew why.

Maybe his werewolf healing will help him get through eating the entire bowl of soup without keeling over.

Isabelle smiling at him would totally make up for it if he did, right?

"Thank you," she said. "I don't know what they're on about."

Whether that was true was a question for the ages because her poker face on this topic was amazing.