Marsha was grinning at Lance. Like, nothing was funny as going to school with witches and wizards when things started to go wrong. ‘cause in all honesty… she was just going to tug and pry the hair off of the roller - but she would leave the older girl to using magic. Heh.



Plopping into the seat next to him, she laughed a little and then focused on Professor Airey. He did seem more and more eccentric these days… and she really needed to give him his flip-flops back. Hmmm. Maybe tomorrow after classes.

What did they have to do with space… whut even? Marsha looked curiously at the objects and then down at her blank parchment. She wrote the four things down on the parchment and filled them in in a random order. What? He brain didn’t want to give her them in the order she had written down… but at lest she had some form of answer.



Putting her hand into the air as she looked at how Lance was getting on, she sighed and rolled her eyes. She would help him in a minute.

”Professor… I don’t know if it is because of space - but my Mum always puts food in air-tight containers to keep them fresh but I think that there was something about vacuum tight containers keeping food fresh in space?”

After she had done that and others started taking their turns, she looked at Lance. ”Lance,” She said softly, pointing at his parchment. ”You spell them with an ‘e’ not an ‘a’... and you need an ‘e’ on the end of more.” She smiled at him. Best friend to the rescue.