Swinging her legs and whistling, she stopped when she heard that familiar voice speak. Lowering her head from looking up at the ceiling, she let her eyes land on Arne who was leaning against a wall, with his hands in his pockets. It made her wonder how someone could look just like them. It was an odd thought, one that didn't seem like it made sense but utterly and completely did. Her friend in front of her couldn't be mistaken for anyone else, it was impossible. Swinging her right let, then her left and her right leg again, a grin spread across lips.
Iselda let her eyes slip away from Arne and wander around the room again, along with her wand, lighting up different sections of the cellar they were in, it almost made her frown again. "Honestly, I was hoping for it to be a lot more decrepit than this. Sadly, the coots have kept up this part of the castle. It's disappointing isn't it?" She brought her gaze back to Arne and the light over in his direction but not shining directly in his face, she wouldn't want to blind him after all. Hoping off the table she walked over to her friend, sticking her wand in her pants pocket, not all the way as it couldn't go that far anyways, but enough to where it wouldn't fall out and she had her hands freed. Grabbing one of Arne's forearms with both hands she pulled his hand out of his pocket and looped her arm with his, making him stand up straight in the process.
"I thought that since you're so much older and wiser than me, that it'd be best to have you guide me through the cellars that I've never experienced before," Iselda began to mumble to herself, "though now I can see why I've never seen them." Bringing her voice back to her previous decibel she put on a dazzling smile for her friend, "You wouldn't want to pass up spending time with me would you?" The sweetness in her voice wasn't overkill but Arne knew her well enough to know her game, if he wanted to play that was on him she would still try anyways. It would be really hard for anyone to get her to admit simply the reason of her calling him over here. Everything she had said was true but...sometimes it was just easier not to admit the simple things..and more fun.