(Why thank you, I like doing accents.. admittedly badly)<br/><br/>An eyebrow quirked up at that.. hrm, yes, why not start with the thing that would be most obvious to them.. Hufflepuff's robe.. she set to nibbling at her lower lip, pacing back and forth on the carpet in those oddly silken movements of hers.. they'd seen her walk banisters with no trouble at all, in fact.. if the girl ever lost her balance it would be a cold day in Hades.. but she stopped as Sasha cried out for the Friar.. and Marcia joined them.  Flickering a bemused look to their prefect, before she dropped into an almost teasing curtsey, spreading the edges of the skirt wide as she dipped low, straightening and trying not to giggle "Ach.. well.. for bein' where ye think it may.. the good is a bet for the whereabouts.   Could ask the paintings in the halls.. or.. hrm." she was eyeing the crest over the fireplace with narrowed gaze.. as if she suspected the badger of being up to something   Watching Sasha run off towards the boys dorms, but knowing well enough the gel wouldn't make it very high up the stairs anyhow, she let her go about her buisness, and turned her attention to Marcia for the time being.. reaching out to straighten the Prefects badge on her and practically glowing.. afterall.. she has an unholy amount of house pride.  "Congratulations Mars." of course.. on the prefectitude.