She’d talked to Zac. She hadn’t stayed long, just long enough to check they were still friends and to meet Rusty. Then she said she had to go and find Lance so that HE wouldn’t think that she had forgotten about HIM because that wasn’t nice. Nope, she wouldn’t do that to the other friend she made over the summer. Lance, was awesome. He had single-handedly helped her reach books that she was too short to reach, and in her book (ha!) that was a friend indeeeeed.

Glancing into all of the compartments as the tiny red-head made her way down the train, she tried to figure out how long it was, because it was taking FOREVER to find Lance. She sighed softly and kept looking, for the blonde mop of hair from her fellow shorty… Not that you can realllly tell someone’s height when they are sitting down. Sigh.

OH! OH!

Sliding open the compartment door, she grinned at Lance. ”Hi!” She looked around at the boy and girl she didn’t know and waved. ”Hiya… I’m Marsha… Can I join you?”

She looked at Lance again and smiled BIIIIG. ”I said I’d try and find you on the train… It took me ages as I found Zac first - he’s up at the front of the train with a girl called Rusty she’s also a first year… and then once I knew that he still wanted to be friends, I came to find you.” Marsha paused to take a deep breath and then tilting her head to the side, very seriously asked, ”How is your bruised elbow? Did it heal?”


ooc: Heya, so my net is down at my Dad’s house (where I will be tonight) so once I leave for work, I might be slow on replying until I’m back at mine tomorrow at some point after 4pm GMT.