Once again, Marsha was deep in thought as she listened to the Professor. She liked having these conversations with her teachers, five to ten minutes of her time where she didn’t feel bad for asking basic questions or for trying to understand something that the others in class might have gotten straight away. She wanted, truly wanted, to be able to understand the magic that she was casting so that she could try to always use it with the best and good and most honest of intentions.

”That does make sense Professor.” She replied, finally after he had described that the situation could change everything. ”Maybe that is why Defense class tries to teach us about some of the things we might face in life… so that… we are used to what danger can look and feel like. Maybe its so that we can try to keep um, a little bit of a cooler head to see what we are casting and what that could mean after we have calmed down.”

Did that even make sense? She wasn’t sure but she hoped that he understood regardless. He was smart after all.