So when were the students at Hogwarts going to learn not to run headfirst into the face of possible danger? Apparently never, and Isla was no exception. Had she thought this through, she'd have just walked on her merry way and given help in the form of telling whatever adult she could find that their attention was needed in the dungeon corridor. But no. She'd of course stopped and chatted with the man. Calling him Sir even.

Not to mention that this particular Sir looked like a spitting image of Salazar Slytherin himself.

Not sure what to do, Isla shifted her weight a little and cast a casual glance down the corridor. What on earth was that house elf doing? He looked like he was having just a little too much fun dusting that portrait. Hmm... It was only when she heard the visitor (visitor??) say 'young snakette' that she turned her attention back to the group. As far as she knew, she was the only young snakette around. 'It is I in the flesh?' Who in the flesh? Isla had decided not to say anything else out loud for now, but that was mainly because the Head Boy had come up and asked everybody to move along.

That was when Isla decided she was going to do whatever Kaiser did. He was in her house, and she'd worked with him in some of the classes, and she trusted his judgment. Terrified to move for fear of being cast at or chased down, the first year just stood in place and waited for the apparent Patronus to be cast.