The sun was setting against the mountainous backdrop of Cackles Academy as Imogen Drill, head of PE, set out on her evening run. The sky was overcast and the wind brisk, she smiled to herself, that was how she liked it.
A few stretches later she set off through the woodland, her favourite route, the scenery surrounding the castle took her breath away and put her mind at ease. Sprinting down the mountainside she headed towards the village nestled in the castles shadow, the lights of the houses were just coming into view when the rain began fall.
"Walters wet week…" she muttered, the wind making the rain more intense against her skin. It wasn't long before she found herself running at an increased pace towards the shelter of the village and, now soaked, entered the warmth of the tavern. As usual it was quiet, a few elderly regulars and an unhappy looking dog sat in the corner, approaching the bar Imogen wondered if more than three people even lived in the village.
"Drink love?" slurred the barmaid.
"I suppose it would be rude not to." smiled Imogen as she ordered a large glass of wine. Taking up a seat by the fire to dry off she sipped at her drink. Tucked away in the corner she watched as the door flew open, but didn't believe her eyes when she saw who walked in.
Constance Hardbroom, the uptight potions head from the Academy entered into the room her cloak flapping frantically in the wind. Imogen watched, transfixed as the older woman removed her dark cloak, her ebony hair was tied in a high ponytail, quite different from her usual tight bun. As she hung her cloak up Imogen contained a gasp of amazement. The potions teacher had forsaken her usual tight dress for an exquisitely tailored trouser suit, her hair hung down across her chest and her lips were adorned with scarlet red lipstick. It was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen.
Sinking back in her seat to avoid being seen Imogen stared as Constance walked slowly towards the bar and ordered a drink, an expression on her face that Imogen couldn't quite place. Watching the witch take a seat on the other side of the tavern she didn't even notice the tall, young man entering the room. Or at least not until he walked across the room; to sit across from Constance.
