my heart skips a beat *izzy*

[horace.mason.abbott]

Its really good to hear your voice
(SAYING MY NAME)

Five wonderful years with the woman, he loved. Horace could not be happier about the past five years of his life. It wasn’t as if he hated his life prior to being with the most amazing, beautiful, perfect girl ( perfect for him that is.) it was the simple fact that every touch, every kiss, and every hug was ten times better then it was before he had dabbed her as his wonderful girlfriend. It felt as if nothing could ever break the two of them up… not even cupid himself.

Except deep down, he knew that someday the pair would not have a choice but to split up…

It was a difficult thought for Horace to overcome. He just had to continue to hope that Cupid would find that the two of them belonged together. Both Horace and Izzy were Hufflepuffs, which made them the perfect ‘adorable’ couple. It made them kind to others, generous hearts, and they were merely perfect for each other. Horace was at the stage in his life where he really wanted to get down on one knee and ask her to marry him, except he knew he could not do that. He could not without her being his Cupid match.

When he was younger, and he had first developed his little crush on Izzy, that was all it was, and he told himself he’d never fall in love with her. (And he soon did.) He had wanted to avoid the love factor because he knew cupid might split them up. But as the days grew longer, and he still had no match when he was sixteen ( many of his friends getting matches.) he finally gave up, told her his feeling ( the night after the Yule ball) and after that, they were officially a couple, without the permission of Cupid.

Since then he continued to tell himself that the two would just deal with Cupid when they were paired. However, as the five years continued, Horace could not help but to fall deeper in love with Izzy, and now, it would not be as simple as just dealing with Cupid as it came.

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Class had been let out early for him today. Nearly because he was anxious to get to his dinner date at a special place at the black lake with Izzy after classes today. So he released them early ( no complaints of course) and packed a lunch into his bag that he carried around, and started to make his way down to the Hospital Wing. Knowing she was not free for at least another half hour, but he figured he could be her ‘patient’ the last bits of her working hours. Unless, of course, a student really was in need of help.

Therefore, after class was let out, he made his way to ‘greet’ her in the Hospital wing.

Falling upon the doors, he began to limp, clutching his chest. Swinging the doors open, he let out a small scream. “ Ohhh. I’ve been hurt.” he let out, giving a good acting expression, as he fell down to the ground, as if his legs just gave out on him.

“Help me, please…” he moaned out, one hand clutching his heart, as the other held on to his leg.

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(IT SOUNDS SO SWEET)
coming from the lips of an agel

Tagged: the lovely izzy played by ms. lizzie
Outfit: here
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Credit: Lyrics-Hinder Lips of an angel.
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[isadora.lillian.conrad]

All I Want is Everything…

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The late afternoon sunlight was filtering in through the windows of the Hospital Wing, giving the whole room an almost surreal golden glow as Isadora went about finishing up her assignments for the day. It was nearly time to close up the Wing, and since she had no patients currently the young witch would be free to leave without having to wait for any nighttime relief. As she finished filling out a stack of paperwork about a recent outbreak of dragon pox that was finally under control in England, a smile lit up her dark blue eyes as she thought about the evening to come. Time seemed to be moving abysmally slow as Izzy waited for her shift to end, because as soon as it did she would get to see Horace again. Every time she thought about how happy he made her, her face lit up and she couldn’t stop herself from smiling, and it had been this way for five years now, five years of unsanctioned happiness that Izzy wouldn’t have traded for the world.

Isadora and Horace had practically grown up together, they had been friends since their first year at Hogwart’s, both being Hufflepuffs and having the same interests and personality. But somehow, over the years, their friendship turned into something more, and even though they knew it could end badly for the both of them, they just couldn’t seem to stay apart. Isadora still often thought about the night that Horace asked her to be his, the night after the Yule Ball when she had made the mistake of bringing another date and being completely miserable since she had really only wanted to be there with Horace. The night after though, Izzy had felt like the luckiest witch in the world, and the only thing that kept that happiness intact was the fact she refused to believe they wouldn’t be paired someday, Cupid couldn’t possibly be that cruel… could he? Isadora know it had happened before, people fell in love and then were paired with others, but deep down she truly believed that Cupid, as the god of love, couldn’t deny that what Isadora and Horace had was real and he would end up pairing them in the end. It was just too awful to believe anything else.

Just as she was pondering the god of love and how he worked, a sudden noise at the door to the Wing caused her to jump slightly, and turn to see what was going on. For a split second she saw Horace’s face there, framed in the doorway and her breath caught as she realized something was wrong. He called out to her as he clutched his chest and limped through the door, before collapsing dramatically on the floor. It didn’t take long for the feeling of sheer panic to subside though, as Isadora realized that he was playing, and a sly smile took over her face as she approached him, squatting down on the floor next to him as she pressed her hand to his forehead, pretending to check his temperature. “Oh dear, you’re burning up Professor Abbott, I’m sorry but I think I might need to keep you over-night for observation” she stated teasingly, before leaning down and giving him a light kiss on the lips. “Though I have to say, even when in pain you are still incredibly handsome” she added, her heart feeling as if it were swelling up to fill her whole chest while she thought about how much she loved this man.

And I’m Not Giving Up…

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Tag: Horace <3, played by the Lady Killer
Words: 591
Mood: euphoric

[horace.mason.abbott]

Its really good to hear your voice
(SAYING MY NAME)

This woman was the most beautiful woman in the whole universe. She had this beauty that followed her every where she went. The thing that made this woman so beautiful was not only her wonderful looks it was the heart that was hidden beneath her skin, inside her chest. The looks were just a bonus in the eyes of Horace. He knew how lucky he was to have snatched up such a beautiful, sexy, gorgeous woman, with her beautiful brown locks of hair, and her beautiful blue eyes that he could stare in to for days on ends, followed by her amazing body, she really was the perfect woman on the outside and on the inside. And on the inside was her caring nature which made her a wonderful nurse. She was the type of girlfriend that he could always trust, that he admired, and that he shared everything with. She was a great kisser but she was also an amazing listener. Horace could not see himself being with anyone else but Ms. Isadora Conrad. She was his soul mate and if Cupid really did know how to match people, Horace knew him and Isadora were fate. They were each other’s destinies.

This boy was never a really good actor. He could sing like the voice of an angel. A very manly voice however. He wouldn’t appreciate it if he was told he sang like a girl. However, this man had been told often that he had an amazing voice that one could listen to all day. This was one of the reasons he was elected to teach the chorus and not just the chorus but muggle music as well. However, when it came to acting he couldn’t do it. He would stumble over his words, or forget his lines, or crack up in a serious moment. It just was not his calling. Many people would say that if you can sing you can act or vice versa but it was not the case! Because with Horace the music was what helped him remember lines and helped him keep a rhythm. Singing and acting really was two different things and if you couldn’t do either you never really knew.

His worst acting abilities came when he was around Isadora. Acting sometimes involved lying. Which was not something he could do. He would never be able to lie to Isadora’s face it would be way to brutal for him and he feared if he lied, it would just harm her. Which was also something Horace would never dream of doing. He loved her to much…

Now the little joke he attempted to play wasn’t a big ordeal and the main reason he couldn’t pull it off was rather simple. You see the moment his eyes even have a small glance at this woman his heart started to drop to his stomach, and he feels the butterflies erupt inside his stomach, and he melts into goo. When he is around this woman, there is a smile that is glued upon his face and it can never seem to go away. Therefore, to even try to act as if he is in pain or to act upset there is always a hidden smirk beneath his ‘acting’ face.

As she kissed him lightly upon his lips, he smiled into the kiss, returning it. “ I should really get sick more often, Nurse Conrad.” a cheesy grin finding its way to his lips. “ God, I’ve missed you.” he let out a low groan in frustration as he sat up and wrapped his arms around Isadora in a tight embrace, not letting go. “ Oh, and I love you, just so you’re aware.” he added in delicately at the ending.

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(IT SOUNDS SO SWEET)
coming from the lips of an agel

Tagged: the lovely izzy played by ms. lizzie
Outfit: here
Word: 625
Credit: Lyrics-Hinder Lips of an angel.
This template was created by RAWR!?
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[isadora.lillian.conrad]

All I Want is Everything…

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Isadora was feeling completely euphoric as Horace kissed her back, an activity that she never seemed to get enough of when he was around. When he stated that he should get sick more often Izzy grinned, wondering how she ever got through the day without him. “Sounds like a plan handsome, you could just stay in the hospital wing full time, I’m sure the Headmaster wouldn’t mind you teaching music from here” she replied teasingly. As Horace stated that he had missed her and slipped his arms around he,r Isadora sighed contentedly, resting her head on his shoulder as she replied “I’ve missed you more.”

Isadora tried so hard to just enjoy the time they had together, but there was always that underlying fear that it was all going to end, that somehow he was going to be taken away from her. She continued to hold him, as he whispered that he loved her, and she placed a light kiss on his neck as she replied softly “I love you too Horace, more than anything.” Isadora would have been content to stay like this all night, but eventually they were going to have eat and sleep so she sighed in defeat as she slowly released Horace. Izzy took a few minutes to take in the sight of Horace, reaching up and moving a stray lock of soft hair of his forehead and staring into his eyes, wondering how she got to be so lucky.

If only she could freeze this moment in time, if only they could always be as happy as they were right then forever, then things would be just about perfect. But it wasn't up to them, and that was the worst part about it, in the end love might not be enough to keep them together. After a minute she smiled, trying to hide the fact that she had just been dwelling on things that were out of their control as she stood up and went over to where she had set up their picnic basket. “Well I hope you are hungry Mr. Abbott because I have prepared us a feast” she stated, forcing herself to sound cheerful as she checked to make sure they had everything they needed.

And I’m Not Giving Up…

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