Isabelle didn't really know what this Boofire thing was. Once she got there she heard someone reading a story was it. Izzy didn't really know but she grabbed a blanket anyway and spread it out on the edge of the group. Butterbeer in one hand smore in the other she sat down and listened to what was going on. Even if no one would talk to her it still seemed worth it to come just for the food. Listening she began to munch on her smore and drink some of her butterbeer.