{ f e l l o w m e n } Constance & _______
As the sun hit her face, Constance's eyes narrowed and her lips formed a thin line. The sun was not her friend, unless she was laying on her tummy with a book in hand, and the wind caressing her skin. Which was not the case now. She moved away from the windowsill where she had been sitting, and slowly but surely moved down to her house's own common room.
The halls seemed to be emptier the lower she got, which did not bother her at all. She hadn't gotten to know any of the other students, therefore staying alone was something she was used to, as well as something she had come to enjoy to a point. Why whine about something you cannot change, right? Constance muttered the password to the commonroom and slowly entered, finding herself a large chair to sink into and a book to indulge herself with, hoping the silence would stay the way it was right now -- complete.