Creativity wasn't always one of her strongest talents. In the past, when it was absolutely necessary, she'd been able to come up with inventive ways to get a problem solved. The success rate of those endeavors was somewhat mixed. She still couldn't think about the humiliating moment in her second year when she turned herself into a cat without a bit of shame. Perhaps Polyjuice Potion hadn't been the best idea. It provided some answers, but it also provided her with a lifetime of embarrassment. Especially after she once made the mistake of telling Antonin in confidence what she'd done. He'd tried to remain perfectly placid and unmoved. He was only successful for about half a second before he burst into loud laughter and begged her to let him see her memory of the horrible event in the pensieve she kept in the basement. She did so only to shut his obnoxious laughter up. At least ten years had gone by since that night and she still regretted every moment.