Marsha smiled softly as the older girl took the cookie from her. Really, she had no idea if it would help.. it wasn’t likely especially if it was due to lack of sleep that she was tired - but the sugar kick might help her through the cass if nothing else. ”It’s nice to meet you, I’m Marsha.” Before she could say more though, Professor Glendower started the lesson so she simply shot another smile at the older Slytherin before paying attention.

Marsha listened to the others in the class mention Harry Potter and a lot of other people and events relating to the war with Voldemort at the end of the 20th century. Really, she couldn’t think of anyone else in history off the top of her head so she nodded adamantly when her classmates mentioned the names that she DID know… that totally counted… right? Sure. why not. It was the last class of the year (where had it gone though?) and surely, a few nodding heads and missed answers were expected.

She bite her lip wondering if anyone would judge her for her answer? Did it matter? Did it even count? She raised her hand slowly, frowning a little as it was her turn. ”Um… I look up to my Tad.” Pause and she took a deep breath before continuing, ”He is a bodyguard and works with security - which is a family business thing… but he is super good at his job which has put various members of our family in danger over the years but he always gets them back and makes sure that they are safe and protected… He saved my Mum when she got kidnapped about seven years ago before they were married and he was instrumental in helping a selection of my other aunts and uncles in getting my Aunt Myst back when she was kidnapped due to being important to an uncle of mine.” Yup… Big security and infiltration style companies unfortunately meant people wanted to get back at you.

Okaaayyy. So everyone probably thought she was crazy now, or understood just WHY most of her family were trained in some form of martial art style. However, regardless of all of that, really she was just super proud of the man who was her father and she would be really upset if that didn’t properly show through in her little fast garbled out-burst. But his loyalty, trust, love, compassion and dedication all make him an amazing man and I hope I end up being like him when I’m older.

OH! Activity time…. making a card for her Tad? Sure! Awesome even, but first more cookies! Especially since she had given Zhenya one of the ones she had originally picked up for herself. Bounding upwards, she grabbed another cookie (smiles to you Professor!) before she she moved to the art pile… She stood in front of the pile nibbling on her cookie for a few minutes before deciding what she wanted to make… Her taddy wasn’t the biggest fan of cards, so she looked over the supplies wondering what else she could make him to let him know how much she loved him… maybe a picture? or a certificate?

OH! A certificate! Maybe? She eyed the Professor trying to remember if she had stated a card specifically… but honestly she couldn’t remember. Oh well! Certificate it was. Grinning, she picked up a few supplies to begin … well something. She didn’t know what yet.