Hearing her name, Isla ceased the green rainfall she was creating and looked over at Bernie. Huh? What Phoebe was doing? Mmkay, Phoebe, where ya at? The second year finally zoned in on the Gryffindor girl, who was apparently enjoyed death by kelpie. "You want me to do what?" Isla asked, giving Bernie a look. Nah. She'd pass on a second chance at getting killed.

"Uhh...Avalon? I think you're about to get eaten over there," Isla pointed out. Just saying. Then it occurred to Isla that she'd been completely ignored by the kelpie, and she highly doubted it was because the creature was playing nice. "I don't think it likes grass if that little fact helps."

Uhh...uhh...Avalon?

"Isn't this thing supposed to kneel in invitation when it wants somebody to take a ride? Maybe we should distract it by getting it into a kneeling position, and then putting the bridle over it?" she suggested. "Kale? You wanna wade on out there?"