lost in translation.

full name: isla martinez lucas

pronouns/gender identity: she/her, cisfemale

birth date: september 29th, 1957

star sign: libra sun, gemini rising, sagittarius moon

blood status: halfblood

Zoe gestured next to her, always eager to make a friend. Something that was both very helpful, and very harmful should the wrong person eventually come around. “I know. I think it’s just, with everything that’s been happening, and how people are reacting, I don’t want anyone to think that I’m just a silly airhead.”

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A small, relieved smile came back to Isla’s face as she sat down beside the other. For as much as the girl didn’t seem to mind, she was genuinely afraid to invasive; yet this conversation made her feel so seen, and she really didn’t want to let it go just yet. “Believe me, I know the feeling. Thing is, half of the people who will say such things aren’t even doing jack themselves.” A pause as she pondered whether or not to go on, if it would be too much to unpack with someone who, as nice as she was, was a complete stranger. As per usual, though, the words left of their own accord, one that always spoke louder than Isla’s hesitations. “And you’ll also always find someone who thinks you shouldn’t do anything. Who thinks you’re exposing yourself too much when you’re barely even out there at all. At the end of the day, someone will always think you’re on the wrong, so you might as well do what feels right.”

“No! I mean, no, no that’s entirely alright, I swear.” Zoe wasn’t in the habit of being alone, especially when she spend the majority of her time squished between Lily and Doris whenever possible. That is, whenever she wasn’t tucked in gently into Sirius’ bed, a stupid smile on her face as she huffed another smell of him. Just him. “I’m not really the think in silence sort of person but I figured I’d try it. Apparently I’m rubbish.”

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Isla chuckled lightly as she tentatively stepped closer to the girl. "I'm usually not the quiet type either. Quite the opposite, really." Her gaze then floated up toward the sky, and just stayed there for a bit. "It's just once in a while that I feel like being alone with the stars for a little bit. Helps me slow down a tad."

Only after looking down at the girl again, a few moments later, did Isla wonder if she was oversharing. Another chuckle, this time to cover for her embarassment. "Um, I guess you didn't really ask, huh. I just– sometimes I say too much."

WHERE: Puddlemere Ruins

WHO: Isla & @rocketshipbell

Another day, another full shift, and Isla found herself stepping outside of Puddlemere's city bounds, still in her Wixburger uniform. A diversion from her usual routine, to be sure; one would be more likely to find her either at a club, the quidditch stadium, or on a friend's basement smoking a joint or two. Today, however, she felt like being alone in her thoughts for a bit, and the clear, starry sky above the Ruins seem to call to her.

Was it dangerous? Maybe so, but the past month had shown that "safe" was quite the relative concept. At least in the Ruins she'd get some silence and a gorgeous view.

The one thing she didn't expect was to find someone already there when she arrived, yet it was exactly what happened. Isla's first instinct was to back out without disturbing the unknown girl, but of course she would end up stepping on a branch and getting her attention anyway. Sigh. "Sorry. Didn't mean to bother you, I was just leaving."

He flashed his teeth. “No, I’m not quite sure I’d ever eat rare meat at a place like this. That seems to go against the laws of nature.” In his estimation, fast food restaurants should be against the actual law. Which, speaking of, maybe he’d bring that up in a meeting. Poor people could starve for all he cared. They were eye sores, and frankly, disgusting.

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The familiar smell of grease filled the air once more as she threw both burgers in the grill, biting back the words that threatened to come out in response. What was this man even doing here? But he had paid for the food, and anything beyond that Isla reckoned was entirely not her business. These were strange times indeed, but she tried her hardest to avoid thinking too much about it; she was tired and supposed to be home watching bad muggle television, and the quicker this got done, the better.

The lack of further conversation seemed to make the rest of the process significantly faster, and before long, she had properly wrapped both orders to go. “Here you are, sir.” Isla slid the box over the counter toward the customer, putting extra effort into keeping at bay the relief bubbling under the surface. “Thanks for choosing Wixburger.”

Holliday cringed as a single question flashed through her mind in that moment. “Are we…” she could hardly say it… “Old?”

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The unexpected response caused a sudden laugh burst through Isla's lungs. "Maybe. But in that case, I suppose there are more boring ways to spend one's old age."

“And how much to call him back?” Or– “How much for you to do it?” He was being polite, genuine, even. Though there was only so much patience that every Malfoy inherited, and already he was using up precious supplies.

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Was he- was he doing puppy eyes at her? Isla was speechless for a moment or two. “I- you know what, that’s okay.” It felt like she had already pushed her luck enough, and she just might not be able to leave if she didn’t comply. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been trained on the grill anyway, even if it had been a while. “That’s gonna be four pounds total.”