Oh, bicker, bicker, bicker. Was that all these children could do? They were on the hunt of a man-eating plant, and they stopped to discuss the merits of being a Gryffindor. It was entirely unhelpful.

"If you three don't shut up and get moving, as Professor Bellaire has asked us to do, I will let her feed you to the plant." Although she wouldn't really. But they didn't know that. The accompanying glare she gave the girls was hopefully enough to convince them she meant it.

"Go, move, mush, shift it." Issy ushered them off after the Charms Professor with a wave of her free hand - wand still in the other in case the tendril came back to attack them. To the greenhouses!