Léa had of course heard about the infamous dungeons of Hogwarts. With her rich robe, expensive-looking boots and carefully done dark-red hair, she certainly didn't fit in there. Obviously, her place was somewhere with more light and less/none cobwebs and mold. But... for some reason she was drawn to here. So she came down with wand concealed in her left sleeve, and walked with her right hand lightly trailing the cold walls.

If asked, she would deny harshly any hints of fear but in truth, her heart was beating faster than normal. The dark would hide her face though... hopefully.