"Oh, right, don't worry about them," Sasha pffted to Marcia with a dismissive wave of her hand, crossing her one foot over the other knee in a decidedly un-ladylike way of sitting, as the two girls eyed each other's forms, "You've always been so much of a worrywart, learnt'a put a smile on your face and enjoy your time here, how else are we ever going to survive the exams and whatnot? Keep on moping, and you'll make life absolutely miserable for the first-years as well. Look, together between the lot of us 5ths and 6ths, we'll keep them out of trouble, I'm sure of it. And what I says, happens."<br/><br/>Eyes flick to Kaitlynn as the other woman rambles in with a pile of writing material, taking a seat near the house bulletin board.<br/><br/>"Cheers, Kaitlynn. Going to sit around writing all day, even just on the first afternoon? I- hey." The diminutive Irish girl slipped off the mantle as her eyes catch sight of a rather elaborately-written poster on the board behind Kaitlynn. "What's this?"