Sasha actually giggled at Marcia's words, her eyes watching the woman as the Irish girl glanced around, then pulled herself up to sit on a bare part of the mantleplace above the hearth. It was kept clean, thankfully. "Ahm, they'll be fine," Sasha grins, "Especially with all the new safeguards that the lads in charge of school security are sure to put in! I just wonder -what- they have put in is all.. hm."<br/><br/>She eyes Marcia's form as the prefect flopped down onto the couch. "Hey, it can't be that bad," the girl proclaims, legs dangling over the fireplace and slowly swinging back and forth, "Cheer up or you'll soon become as pale as Myrtle. What would you need help for anyways?"