At the sound of Carsyn's 'ready, set, pull," Isla began pulling on the rope. She didn't know exactly how high it was supposed to go, but Noble had said as high as they could get it, so that's what they'd do. "Why are we hanging arts and crafts projects in Potions class?" she asked the others. Sure, they were void of all their magic, but she'd just assumed they'd be cleaning cauldrons or relabeling vials of ingredients. Oh, well. If this is what Noble wanted them to do, then so be it.

She really hoped this would work. She'd heard Carsyn say something about climbing a rope, and seeing as Isla was the smallest, she assumed that job would go to her. She didn't know how she felt about climbing ropes in Potions class. Anyway, she tugged at the rope some more, hoping to look up any second now and see the moon hanging high above them.

Oh, and... "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FLORA!" she called out. Whoever Flora was. It was actually Isla's thirteenth birthday. Well, it would be in a few days. That thought had oddly not crossed her mind yet, though...