Ursula thought back to when she was small at her time in Hogwarts and her prefects had warned her of the Third Floor. They had said that if she was to ever do anything with a wish of being painfully punished, she had better head to the Third Floor and stay there until a teacher came. She supposed that had been the Prefect's way of making sure if she ever went there she'd better not get caught, but either way the message had come across.
The Transfiguration Professor was lent against the wall, below the candle bracket, glowing brightly. Being a ward sometimes had it's perks. Oh wait, not. Being awarded an Order of Merlin. Silly Ursula, getting those mixed up. Obviously those were interchangable.
She tried to keep her eyes alert, paying special attention to the shadows.
