"Ow!" Sasha's exclaims as, as expected, the invisible barrier propels her five feet or so back, the girl flying through the air to land rather ungracefully on her derriere, her robe barely managing to keep her attire nice and decent as she quickly scrambles up on her feet and rights her upturned skirt with Marcia's help. She seems to have been prepared for it, though, rolling her eyes instead of looking surprised.<br/><br/>"Feisty as always, aren't we? One day," she walked back up to the painting and waggled her finger at it just as the Professor walked into the room, her voice quick, and tinged with a touch of naughty humour, "One fine day I'll figure out how the devil to get past you, and then we'll see who has the last laugh! Or I'll take a bottle of bleach to you and rub your smiling grin sand-white!" It's not that hard to tell that she's not too serious about that particular threat though, by the tone in her voice. The portrait probably knows her quite well, to say the least, and she prods a finger against its tummy. "Classes ain't even started and you've already- ahh!"<br/><br/>She spun about on her heels as Professor Nailor spoke up. "Sir! No, no, of course not." Wide-eyed and innocent, she dips her knees into a little curtsey, her blouse straining a bit at the buttons, "You can absolutely trust us! I just was looking for the Friar to ask him if he knew anything about that Hufflepuff robe and -what- it was."