Izzy walked into the room, suprisingly a little tired. She usually could stay up all night and just gazed at the stars. She found her trunk with her name on it (at the far left end), opened it, and put on her pajamas (a blue T-shirt with white designs and white sweatpants). It was ironic that her favorite color was blue. Instead of going to bed, the pulled up a comfy chair to the window. Not wanting to wake the other girls up with the moonlight, she pulled the drapes around her little sitting corner. If only the window had been over her headboard. Then she could've sat all night.
As she looked at the luminous moon, her mind wandered. This was her first night at Hogwarts. She wondered if Trip, her owl, was flying around outside. She laughed quietly at the name she had chosen. Her owl was graceful in the air, but often trip over her own feet on the ground. 'They were a perfect match,' Izzy had thought. She was graceful on a broom, but was often able to fall flat on her face by tripping over air. She smiled at the thought. With her legs tucked under her and her head in her hands, Izabella fell asleep, the moon beaming down on her.