Constance had been enthralled by the idea of the room she'd found the last time that she was getting help with her Transfigurations lessons. Merlin, she needed assistance with that class. However, she didn't know if she could risk it for a little while.
A rather unusual voice that encouraged poor decisions had been convincing her to find the room again, so she finished her homework, put things away, and waited for people to go to sleep. She snuck out of the common room, slowly making her way there. She'd need to try to be quiet.
In all honesty, she'd thought she was doing all right until...She glanced up at the headmaster, trying to fight against the blush threatening to make its way over her cheeks. Scheisse. "Headmaster." She twisted a piece of hair between her fingers. She was in trouble now.