Isabelle walked up the steps of the Institute, with a light skip in her step. When she got to the large doors, she turned around and waved at Simon as he drove off. Then she entered the vestibule of the Institute, gently closing the door. She leaned against it, sighing contentedly.

"Well, someone's happy. " a voice noted, frightening Isabelle. She spun towards the source of the voice, eyes narrowing when she realized who it was. There, sitting at the living room table, was her brother and ― surprise, surprise ― Magnus. "So do I need to call Batman, because with that smile of yours, I'm sure he'd think your Joker. " Magnus remarked sarcastically. Isabelle bent down and slipped off her boot, throwing it at Magnus is head. Fortunately, he ducked just in time, the boot narrowly missing. The two gentlemen glowered at Isabelle; the said girl, however, pretended not to notice and skipped up the stairs to her bedroom.

Isabelle plopped down on her bed unceremoniously and clutched a big pink pillow to her chest. She buried her face in the pillow, nuzzling the fabric, to quiet her barely suppressed squeals. Her face burned brightly every time she thought of Simon and the kiss, and hugged the pillow tighter while she rolled on her bed. Isabelle couldn't help but be reminded by how soft his lips were on hers, how he gently caressed her face and the feel of his thick brown hair when she knotted it in her fingers. She giggled excitedly and couldn't stop grinning at the memory. Maybe Magnus was right ― she unwillingly thought ― I'm giggling and smiling so much like a crazy person. (Joker)