Constance and...whoever?
By some sheer amount of dumb luck and a lot of acting as if she was just a daft little girl wandering around the school, Constance managed to make it to the broom shed. She'd not really thought she was going to make it. She'd dressed up like a dryad: green dress, bits of her hair transfigured to look like leaves and sticks, and make-up so she'd look a bit unearthly. It only succeeded in adding to her overall illusion.
She'd taken a broom and flown to the gate, checking to see if anyone was around to catch her. No one detected, she flew over the gate and glanced around once more. No one there? Brilliant! She looked down at the address and closed her eyes focusing on it intently. She felt the familiar squashed feeling, like she was going through a tunnel. When she opened her eyes, she was at a door. Merlin, she hoped this was the right one.
She knocked and waited to either be stared at like an insane person or greeted by Romilda. Oh, she would be in trouble.