*Constance*

“Shh!” I shouted in a loud whisper as Harriet and I crept along the walls.

“Sorry!” she replied. “But why won’t you tell me where we’re going?”

“Because you won’t like it.”

“Then why take me with you?”

“I need a lookout.”

“Well, glad I can be of some use then.”

By her slurred speech, I knew she was still a bit buzzed from the party earlier.

We slunk through the corridors, ...