Room 301, Saturday Evening

This morning, Isabelle had woken up trembling and anxious from a nightmare involving Sebastian. And Max, because those two were always there these days, and always together. That was how it hurt the most. Her subconscious clearly knew that. It was very effective, and had had her in tears.

But she'd refused to let that drag her down. Not today. (Apart from a call to Jace to check up on things in New York, that was.) She'd headed off the island for a shopping spree first thing in the morning, to treat herself a bit. There was no distraction as good as a good sale with racks upon racks of clothes to go through. Well, nothing other than demon slaying, obviously. But, the dress she was currently modeling for her long mirror? Perfect for demon hunting! Because the long sleeves covered up the Marks on her arms, see? It was stylish and practical, and she loved that.

The distraction didn't stop there, either. She'd finally bothered to figure out the laptop she'd bought some time ago enough to get to using it as a stereo. Upbeat music to drown out any stray thoughts? Check. She was good.

[ooc: Post and door open, and brought to you by my need to define Izzy's taste in music. Instead of completing school assignments.]