Sashe had been quiet enough for most of lunch, having offered Marcia not much more than a nod and a contemplative look, as she too seemed to be looking over the first years with more than a casual eye. Surely there were more than a couple of them to corrupt! Several of the boys looked pretty promising, already.. and they never could resist a girlish tomboy.<br/><br/>Following the huddling first-years and the rest of the scattering Hufflepuffs back to their common room, a broad grin finally touched her freckled face at the Fat Friar's jolly greetings. Who could resist him? "Cheers, good to see you again, Your Jolliness," She called out after the ghost in her decidedly Irish accent, startling a couple first-years standing right by her, who quickly scuttled off to their respective rooms.<br/><br/>Lingering behind, for she had already taken the liberties of coming in earlier to unpack, she slipped her hands into the pockets of her robe and leaned against the wall by the fireplace, near Marcia, her eyes roving over the prefect's clothes as she murmured languidly, "Right, so all relaxed and ready for another year or mischief and mayhem, aren't we, Prefect Marcia?" Oh, such an innocent look on her face.<br/><br/>