Marsha was excited. Not only were her classes over for the day but she was going to see Professor Culloden. She didn’t really have anything specific really that she was going to talk to him about … really. She just had a question for him… almost a question? Sort of?

Frowning, Marsha wondered if her thoughts even made sense - and then decided that twelve year olds contained too much awesomeness to need to worry if their thought processes worked well or not. Hehehe.

Knocking on the Professor’s door, she moved to sit down on one of the amazingly comfortable and cosy looking chairs. She opened her first year potions book and started reading where she had left off. She had plenty of time to wait for him to arrive back.