Isla had her mouth shut the whole time she was there. Her tiny frame huddled close together with the rest of her Gryffindor mates, too afraid to move. Her knees were shaking, uh oh...not a good sign. She really....didn’t want to be the next victim of a giant pink monster or whatever it was that ate their professor! She sobbed quietly in the corner, wishing it to be over. She wants to go hoomeeee so badly...mommy...daddy...