Marica hadn't noticed Sasha follow the first years in to the common room especially as her petite stature allowed her to blend in. Marcia moved away from the fireplace and sat down on one of the old leather sofas, not noticing that her skirt had risen right up her leg.<br/>"I'm a little nervous my first year as prefect so many young ones to protect. I am sure they only made me a Prefect to try and stop my mischief making, I am going to need some help." Marica paused at the end of the sentance hoping that Sasha would realise that Marcia was asking for assistance.