So um, *Caugh caugh*. This is a story which was already in my mind for a couple of days, weeks maybe. I just had to write it down, since I couldn't stop thinking about it. This is my first fanfic at all, as well as it is my first story written in a language which isn't my native. Some things might sound/read a bit strange because of this, but if you have any comments on that, please let me know! Then I'll make sure it will be improved. :) Enjoy and let me know what your opinion about this is, then I'll try to take some things in account for the next chapter!
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She couldn't sleep. As usual. She scratched Morgana behind her ears and then stood up to walk to the window slowly. 'Tomorrow would be her birthday.', she thought. A tear started to roll down her cheek. She quickly whipped it away. "It's not fair, Morgana.", she whispered to her loyal cat, who had a compassionate look on her face. She returned to her bed and sat down to cuddle a bit with Morgana. "It's been so long and it still hurts. I never wanted them to be stolen from me."
When she woke up next morning, she still felt like she hadn't slept for ages. Constance stood up, showered, got dressed, did her hair and went to the staff room. Davina was already sitting there while Amelia and Imogen just walked out of the staff room giggling. "Morning, Constance.", mumbled Amelia, while she walked past her. When she took a closer look to Davina, she knew why: "Your hair looks like a birds nest!", Constance yelled to Davina. "Not that it makes much difference to how you wear it usually, but this still is over the top, isn't it?". Davina looked like she wanted to cry and run into the cupboard again due to the cruel words of Constance, but she stood tall this time. "It's nót over the top! I decided to be closer to nature from now on. I can't get closer to nature when I don't look naturish, right?". Constance had to put in some effort to not lose her temper even more. "You didn't necessary have to put yoghurt in your hair to make it look like a birds nest. It already looked like one before... And it smells!". Right after she said this, Amelia and Imogen returned into the staff room. "We've been to miss Tapioca, making sure she gets us a proper breakfast.", Said Imogen. "Next time it's not necessary to let us eat bird food, miss Bat.", miss Cackle continued. "We'll do with the normal human food." Constance hadn't had a chance to look at the table yet, but when she did, she instantly regretted it. "And what on EARTH is that?!", she almost shouted, seeing all the seeds on the table. "We don't even have proper plates!". She didn't even finish her sentence before the door of the cupboard closed rather loudly. Amelia sighted. "Was that really necessary, Constance?" "Her hair even worse than usual and not even a proper breakfast? Yes, it was!"
"Miss Hardbroom?". A careful voice. 'She doesn't want to make me angry. How cute.', said a sarcastic voice in Constance her mind. "Yes, girl?" "What is the date, miss?" "The twent-yfi…". Her voice hesitated. She sighted. "The twenty-fifth of May." She answered. Her class was making a practice exam for the real exam next week. She knew she shouldn't had been giving the exam on this date. On the other hand, she had to teach anyway. There was no use of hiding from teaching just because today is –was, actually- the birthday of someone she cared of. And lost. 'She wouldn't want me to stop acting like a normal being just because of the fact she died.', Constance thought. Although the fact that she's even more irritable than usual, she still acted quite normal. And no one new she had a normal, human side.