Isa. Ice. Isa. Ice.

Toby's mind was long gone into the realms of distraction. He'd picked up on the fact that they were learning more about Isa, and had even started writing things down, but before long his brain just went waaaaaaaaaaaaay off track. By this point, he'd managed to get a catchy song stuck in his head and was bobbing his head and tapping his fingers and feet along to it. It was like everyone else's voices were totally tuned out, and Toby only heard the song.

Dun dun dun du-du-dun-dun. Dun dun dun dun du-du-dun-dun. Isa, Isa, baby.

And of course, that itself morphed into...

UNDER PRESSURE... wait, hang on.

It was at that moment that Toby suddenly tuned back in, aware that those around him were supplying answers. Oh, uhhh... oh dear. Why, whyyyyyyy did this have to happen here, in the class Toby LOVED.

"Uhhhh..." He listened to a few of the answers others gave and, deciding to just go for it with his best guess, raised his hand and said, "Colloportus?" And left it at that to be safe.