The Academy, Idris, Sunday

[seveninchmotto]

There was no real reason for Isabelle to be here today. No anniversary, no holiday, no pressing concern that needed to be dealt with. All she had was a whim. And a bag stuffed with the makings of a picnic, which she'd picked up in Alicante

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[flickofawrist]

Flick wasn't in his room and he wasn't in class. They'd finished lessons for the day and, after a strenuous class of fighting and training with swords, he was sitting in one of the common rooms, ice on one knee.

Every so often, someone would come in and chat with him but he was mostly alone with just his fantasies to keep him company.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle had aimed her visit at a time she at least assumed his lessons would be over, so she checked his room first. Nothing - but she bumped into George, who at least gave her some indication of where Flick might be found.

The couple of days she'd spent at the Academy while she'd been working on her father's ruse helped her a little in finding her way around the place, but it still took her a while to check the likeliest places.

But then, she stepped into one of the common rooms, and smiled. "There you are."

[flickofawrist]

"...hey," Flick said, genuine surprise crossing his face at her appearance. "Is everything all right? Are you all right?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snickered. "Does this look like something to worry about?" she asked, pointing at her smiling face, before settling both hands on her hips. "Honestly, I know it's a surprise visit, but will you ever stop worrying something bad's going on when one happens?"