Isla cast a quick, sideways glance at the door as it was magically closed. By now, she was used to this happening in a classroom. After years of attending muggle primary school, she had been surprised by it at first, even though she was a pureblood and had seen it many times at home. At the sound of the professor's voice, she turned her attention back to the front of the room.

So her guess about the stone had been right, although she didn't much about its creator's life. Flamel had gone to Beauxbatons? Huh. For some reason, he didn't seem like a Beauxbatons kind of guy, but then again, she'd just admitted to herself that she didn't really know much about him at all.

Nevertheless, she raised her hand. "He pretty much volunteered himself to die when he agreed that his stone should be destroyed," she said. Wasn't that what had been helping him along all that time? She guessed it was a pretty brave thing to do, what with volunteering yourself to die and all.