Marsha was pretty sure that one of these days she was going to find a class that she didn’t like - but so far, she loved them all. Sure, the Professors were all different and eccentric and she was learning EVERYTHING as she went, but that was what school was all about. But most importantly, she loved every minute of it.

Following Rusty into the class, she took the seat next to her dorm and good friend and took a few things out of her bag as she got ready for the class to start. She had no idea what to expect - only that she was nervous and excited all in one. ”Are you okay?” She asked Rusty as her fellow red-headed Gryffindor stayed remarkably quiet. That wasn’t like either of them.

Looking to the front of the classroom, the Professor (who’s name she didn’t know yet) got a smile and a wave. Maybe if she was nice right from the get-go he would like her? Who knew, but it was a good thought regardless.