Isla had just finished getting sorted and now was headed, still in a state of shock, to the Slytherin table. She still understand how this had happened. Her, a Slytherin. Still, she was determined to make the best of things. She really didn't know what to expect of her new house and housemates. For all she knew, they might be some of the best friends she's ever had.

Wandering all the way down the table and sitting in the middle or Merlin forbid the end was out of the question. She settled for one of the seats right toward the front of the table, finally giving her a feeling of blending in rather than being put on the spot. Her nerves started to calm down, and she was finally able to look around at her new housemates. "Hey," she managed to say. "I'm Isla Bellchant." A first year Slytherin, in case they hadn't caught on to that.