Well, he might not be worried about a poisonous vapor, but one thing Isla knew for sure is that purple wasn't a normal color for the sky. She was here to have fun, though, so if he wasn't worried about, then neither was she. It looked like he was ready to get things going, too, so an overly-excited Isla half-skipped closer to where the headmaster stood and waited for the word go. She was going to race the entire lot of them straight on into the pit.

Ready...set...STRETCH?

Huh? Isla just stood there, giving Trent a super confused look. They weren't forty years old or something. Was stretching in order to prevent an injury really necessary? Sigh. She wasn't going to be able to participate in the fun, though, unless she did this. Right? Likely.

She followed along the best she could. Stretching here...touching toes there. It was only when he told them to come up on their toes that she launched into full ballet mode. She completed first position, second position, etc., etc., and might have even done a little leap once or twice. She finished off with a little turn of sorts and was pretty proud of herself for spinning all the way around before losing her balance.