Isolde strolled down the street, her robes blowing around her ankles. She had no classes to teach, and as such, thought it a good opportunity to get out of the castle and take in some fresh air, maybe go and get a Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. She'd finally managed to catch up on her marking, that was something to celebrate.
However, as she was walking down the street, she noticed a rather unpleasant scene. Was that man...cursing that girl? Isolde gasped, and gripping her wand tightly in her hand, raced off to the scene of the drama. It was extremely dangerous, she knew, and perhaps she should've stayed away, but what if that was a student? Besides, she was curious to know what was going on.
"And just what is the meaning of all this?" she asked, as she reached the others. "What is going on here?"