The Final Common Room - #4

Grace was sure the Polyjuice was getting more disgusting each time, but this was her last one. The 2nd year Hufflepuff girl she transfigured into was about her height and had short, neat hair that had no chance of getting in her face. 

Grace had more information to go on in her search for the Hufflepuff common room. There were a neat stack of barrels not too far from where the kitchens were said to be. Assuming the rumors were true, the door should be behind those barrels. It was just a matter of figuring out how to access it. Did it require a password or, like Ravenclaw, was there some sort of trick to it that'd allow her entrance? Grace would have to figure it out soon, as she could have sworn she'd heard a distant meow of Mrs Norris.

Or some random student's wandering cat, but at Hogwarts during curfew - it was always safest to assume it was Mrs Norris.

Sophia ducked around the corner, fast enough to no doubt scare the life out of Grace. 'Sorry, sorry,' she said quickly, gesturing for Grace to hide in the shadows close to the barrels. She waited a moment, then sighed in relief.

'Thought I heard Filch,' she explained rather casually, then finished tucking something into her pocket that looked suspiciously like a prank item. This seemed to disprove Grace's assumption that Gryffindors got into more trouble, though Sophia had no idea of that.

She glanced Grace over for a moment, finally noticing the different uniform. She brushed her hair with her fingers, and her hair turned its usual deep purple colour instead of the dark brown she'd needed for stealth purposes. Purple hair tended to give her away rather quickly. She then yawned widely and shrugged, figuring the younger student was probably doing a dare or - honestly, she didn't care too much. It wasn't a Slytherin so...

'Here, allow me.' Sophia already had her wand in hand, so went to tap the barrels the way she was supposed to. Once she could enter, she headed into the common room in mid-yawn as the excitement of her little plot was already fading in her need for sleep.