The Welsh girl made a face. ”Why would you eat a cucumber sandwich in the first place?” Marsha’s eyebrows furrowed inwards as she looked at the brunet man in front of him. Was he ill? ‘cause she didn’t think that sensible people ate cucumber sandwiches. Didn’t they know that the wetness of the cucumber made for awfully soggy bread and was generally bland and disgusting.

”Your potions?” She watched him. ”Maybe take them before we leave the station, that way you won’t spill them and can actually… y’know, drink them.” She nodded a few times for good measure, making sure that he knew she thought this was an excellent idea. ‘Cause obviously, potions were important. Yup. Well, most of the time if they weren’t something for fun like emotions or polyjuice.

She watched him mimicking her and then raised an eyebrow at him as he repeated her name not once but three times. Oh. That. She pursed her lips a little, trying to think of a Hogwarts without Cutty and once again realised that she didn’t like thinking about it. ”I’ll be sad.” She said almost instantly. ”And then I will remember how much you have helped me and the fact that we will still talk and I will take over the school and be amazing.” She nodded her head once as if that was her school plans for the next five terms.