You can run but you can't hide (INVITES ONLY)

Constance had been planning this for months now. She had made a plan without fail and there was not a chance that it could go wrong. It was important that she was on time for each action otherwise she would fall back. Firstly, she was attacking Hogwarts. It was not the staff she was after but more so the children. Constance could easily pick out which children would possess interest or she could control to join her. This assignment was for recruitment purposes. It was also a plan so that she could prove to each Ministry what the black widows were capable of. If this went ahead, it would be a slap in the face. The only thing she had to be sure of was that she was not to be caught. It would mean that she would have to be mindful of which area she would go in, such as whether it was a teacher prone area.

After excelling in her potions subject, she brewed a polyjuice potion prior to this task. She went into Hogsmeade and snipped a girl’s hair off before slipping into a shop unnoticed. Constance had bought a uniform while she was in Diagon Ally. It was a Gryffindor uniform – the only available one a rough size of the girl. Taking the polyjuice potion, Constance felt her body morph into the girl from Hogsmeade. Putting on the uniform and a cloak, she apparated onto the grounds. It was daylight outside so she pulled off the hood of her cloak. A few people smiled at her and waved, she kept her head down and followed a few students into the Owlery. It seemed like a good group of people that she could potentially get to. Walking up into the tower, she sat down on one of the seats and took some supplied paper and quill. She started writing a message – which hopefully the ministry would find.

She kept calm and pretended to be a jolly good Gryffindor. It made Constance feel sick inside. How could one be so… bright and giddy. Disgusting. Looking down at her writing, it looked like elegant calligraphy – something different to her usual messy writing. She was never one of the careful people when writing notes. Right now, all Constance could do was wait and see what some of these students did. Some milled about and waiting, sending off letters and parcels to people. Constance had to remind herself how much longer she would have before the potion wore off. It was mainly to get her into the school not so much for the actual plan that involved the students.

There was still a few hours to dinner, but classes were over and Tristan found himself wandering the halls with nothing to do. Brooke was busy with her duties, and so he had gone, alone, up to the Owlery. He was soon starting to realize what Brooke meant when she said that she only liked her solitary time once in a while - he was beginning to crave the company of others. It was something weird, for he was used to wanting to be alone, but he didn't try to oppress it.

Opening the door to the place, he saw an unfamiliar Gryffindor sitting there, busy writing something. He still wasn't comfortable with interrupting people - even if it was only to say hello - so he made his way over to the ledge of the tower and sat down, dangling his legs over the side. He sat there for a few moments before it struck him, and, with a small grin, he snatched open his bag and removed a small piece of paper and a quill.

"Hey Haylen. I was wondering if you want to meet? I'm bored. I'm at the Owlery if you do want to come. If not I will see you in class. - Tristan."

With a sharp whistle, he called a random owl towards him and placed the letter inside the pouch. "Send this to Haylen, okay?" he whispered, giving the owl a pat on the head. A split second later, it had leaped off the side of the building, wings outstretched, and Tristan watched it fly away. Leaning onto the side of the pillar, he relaxed, waiting for the owl to return, and, hopefully, Haylen to arrive. She was one of the few friends Tristan had actually made by himself, without Brooke introducing them or anything like that, and he was proud of himself.

He smiled to himself, wondering how long it would take the owl to find her.

Haylen had been in her room, reading a book, when an owl arrived for her with a letter from the Slytherin boy she'd met in the kitchen that one time, Tristan. She closed her book and gently set it down on the bed, then she turned to the owl and focused on the letter it was carrying.
"Thank you," She said to the owl, holding the small piece of paper in her hands and watching the feathered animal fly away.

"Hey Haylen. I was wondering if you want to meet? I'm bored. I'm at the Owlery if you do want to come. If not I will see you in class. - Tristan."

A few minutes later Haylen was out the door and on her way to the Owlery. When she arrived there weren't many people. She noticed Tristan sitting on the ledge of the tower. The only other student she could see was a Gryffindor girl writing notes. The girl was unfamiliar, maybe she took different classes or she was simply just new.

"Hey," she smiled as she made her way to where Tristan was sitting.

Constance looked out of the corner of her eye. Two students of Slytherin and Hufflepuff were together. It was odd though. Normally those houses did not get along. Hufflepuff was a slow, unfortunate house to be sorted into, Constance thought. There was no pride being in that house, merely only for the leftover students. She looked in the reflection of one of the windows, watching these students. The girl walked to the boy with a 'hey'. Where did decorum go these days? It was shocking. It made sense now. The boy had sent an owl to the girl and she came rushing. Perhaps there might be more then friendship there...

The thing was, the boy and girl couldn't be older than 14. There was a spark there somewhere. Sighing, Constance ran her hair through her morphed body. Ew. This student's hair was dry as bone and there were split ends everywhere. What was it with children these days and not keeping up appearances? Class was going away in society. They could at least have better dress sense.

Constance started playing with her split ends, casually listening to the conversation. If no other students came in -unlikely in this weather - then she should make her attack. Mentally, she started going through her checklist.

"Hey,"

Turning, he saw Haylen moving towards him, and the grin on his face grew. "You came!" he said, a small blush tinting his features. "I'm glad," he added, looking away and back to the view outside the Owlery.

Motioning to the empty spot next to him, he asked, "Do you want to sit?" For some reason, ever time he saw or talked to the Hufflepuff, he felt an odd tingling somewhere inside of him. He figured it was the way one felt with friends - for she was his first proper friend. "How are you doing?" he asked, breaking the silence.