Oh, Merlin. Okay...eww. She didn't know what the professor had planned with that smell, but Isla was not cleaning it up. Was that what they were going to do today? Clean up that foul smell muggle style? Isla had helped clean plenty of times at home, but this was just something else entirely. This was the stuff vomit was made of.

She made a face in the general direction of the smell then turned to the professor, slooooooowly raising her hand as she did so. "You mean...how would we clean it up before we lost our magic or afterwards? Because if you're asking how we'd normally get rid of it, I'd say we just vanish whatever that is. There is seriously no hope for that," she said, lowering her hand.

"But if you mean now, with no magic, uhhhh..." She trailed off, wondering if she could just raise her hand and ask to be excused to see the nurse. "...maybe a good broom and a trash can?" She still thought whatever it was stinking over there was hopeless.