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Ratigan was in front of Isabelle's room, sighing as he knocked. He knows she's not in her workshop today; she's gotten no clients or calls. He knows that at times she has all nighters and sometimes slept there.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when the door opened, seeing Isabelle looking up at him with a questioning look.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Miss Isabelle, Miss Lily told me you have a large selection of books. I was wondering if I could borrow one."
Isabelle smiled at him and nodded, steeping aside to let him in. As Ratigan walked into her bedroom, the first thing he noticed was the entire room was purple.
Actually, it was of different shades of purple. The walls and ceiling was a lilac purple, the sheets of her bed were a lavender and her curtains were violet. He should have guessed that purple was her favorite color, since he saw her car, a Volkswagen beetle, which was also purple.
"I take it you're fond of the color purple." he said, making Isabelle roll her eyes at him. He noticed she also had wind chimes, dream catchers and fairy figurines. He remembers her telling him that she's likes fairytale's and mythology. He also saw that she had posters of wolves and horror movies. She also had some weird signs that said, "Come to the Darkside, we have cookies." He heard Isabelle calling out his name, getting his attention.
"Well, pick your choice." she said, waving her hand to the bookshelf and his eyes widened.
Isabelle had three large bookshelves, filled with different books and it looked like she was running out of space. Isabelle saw Ratigan's shocked look and just chuckled.
"I read a lot." she said, pushing her glasses up.
"I can see that." he said, looking at her, "Um...what do you recommend?"
Isabelle smiled and reached over to get a small purple book. She gave it to Ratigan and looked at the title.
"Misery by Stephen King." he read out loud, "Is it good?"
Isabelle nodded enthusiastically.
"It's very good. He writes good scary stories."
Ratigan nodded and he turned to walk out of the room. But, he then turned around again, and went to Isabelle, grabbing her hand and kissing it. Isabelle blushed darkly and he smiled deviously at her.
"Thank you, my dear." he said as he walked out of the room. Isabelle stood there, wondering how she's going to look at the professor without blushing.
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