HOLY SMOKING HIPPOGRIFFS!!!!!

Not only was the castle EVEN bigger once you moved past the entrance of the castle - but Marsha was one hundred million per cent sure that she was going to get lost. She’d EVEN be willing to bet a few knuts on it… but only a few because she was that confident that she would get lost in the corridors and wings and floors.

AND THE MOVING STAIRCASES!

Once again, Marsha had been sure that her aunts and uncles had been lying to her - and once again they hadn’t been. Silently, she wondered when she would stop being surprised that they hadn’t lied to her. Hmmm. But… was there really a place where you could go and SEE And PLAY with animals? She had yet to hear about that ANYWHERE. Maybe she should ask one of the Prefects… it sounded so cool if there actually wassss something like that.

However, right now she was paying attention and trying not to get lost and counting the corridors and OH! Common room entrance. Pay attention to the password. Right.

Marsha waited in turn as they filed into the common room (that was behind a huge portrait - how awesome!) and then when it was her turn she froze in spot and only remembered to move when the first year behind her bumped into her. ”Sorry, sorry.” She muttered as she stared upwards at the ceiling and then down at the - WAS THAT SAND???? OH MY GRIFFIN!!! IT WAS SAND!

THIS WAS SO AWESOME.

Blinkblink.

Still looking around the room, she moved around trying to take everything in. Tapestries, portraits, fireplace, books and sofas and books and tables! Guh, so much awesome. Before she could find any of her fellow first years, she stopped moving as one of the grown-ups started talking.

Oh! Professor Airey. Yes. Benny and some of the others had mentioned him, silently she wondered if he really liked his theatrics as much as they had told her. Shrugging, she figured she would find out for herself in his first class. OH! Which was tomorrow. Awesome.

Still grinning like a maniac, the almost twelve eleven year old started to move around trying to find Lance or Zak or Rusty… or Evie or Wylie. WHY WERE THEY ALL SO LITTLE? Though, she was short too, well under 5’0 and currently trying to find friends in a room of BIG people. So not helpful. Sighing, she made a face and decided to say hi to the closest person regardless of who it was. Taking a deep breath she turned around and tapped someone on the arm as she grinned upwards (what - they were ALL taller than her).

”Hi,” GRIN. ”I’m Marsha.”