Imogen struggles to understand where she stands with Constance. FEMSLASH HB/ID. Cute scenes – Beware. Romance and Comfort.
It was an emotionless night at Cackle's Academy, as an elevated, thin, burgundy lipped witch roamed the castle corridors. Constance Hardbroom enjoyed the authority that came with the lights out shift. She could sense the shivers from the lifeless young witches as the brusque air seeped through the painless windows. Not one girl in Cackles Academy dare lay awake when the uncompromising 'HB' was on duty.
All who attended Cackle's Academy feared Constance Hardbroom, for she was always straight backed, sharp gazed and fought for Standard's, Standard's, Standards!
Even though 'HB' was strict, she had saved the girls lives and the school on countless occasions – for this the girls could not be more grateful. When the fearsome 'HB' had threatened to resign, the girls and staff were enlightened to the danger this could leave them susceptible to. Yet that is in the past, Constance Hardbroom continues to teach at the academy to this very day. Everyone was thankful that she stayed.
Some more than others…
Imogen Drill loved teaching P.E at Cackles Academy, there was nothing more magical than teaching witches, quite literally there wasn't. She had created a bond with the young witches despite being a non-witch, on occasion the girls had given her powers as they truly thought she was capable of being a wonderful witch. Yet after Imogen's previous experience in gaining magic, harming Enid Nightshade and becoming a selfish witch, both P.E mistress and girls decided they were not to give her anymore potions despite how sorry they felt for her. The staff agreed too.
Imogen sat confined in an armchair, sipping her cup of tea. Having just returned from a jog, her heart pounding and her body tense. She watched as Davina danced …
'Witches, Witches, sleeping lightly, blankets around you, tucked in tightly…' she sang as she glided through the room. Imogen listened as she watched, smiling and feeling content.
Until.
BANG
The door swung open and collided with the wall. Constance Hardbroom entered the room, arms folded across her middle as she glared at Davina. Ignoring Imogen's presence.
'Miss Bat! Do you think it is appropriate for you to be warbling and frolicking around at this hour? I think it is highly inappropriate considering the girls are asleep and need all the precious moments they can to refresh their minds ready for…' She declared before Miss Bat shut herself in the stationary cupboard.
'Was that necessary Miss Hardbroom?' queried Imogen, as she placed her tea on the table.
'Quite, Miss Drill.' Constance said as she made her way to the staffroom table, where she sat straight backed in front of many books she was in the process of marking.
Suddenly Miss Bat appeared from the stationary cupboard and immediately left the room without a word. Leaving Imogen and Constance alone. Constance looked up from the papers at Imogen, who unintentionally was looking at Constance. They gazed at each other unable to break the eye contact. Imogen felt her face warming up as, feeling embarrassed because she had never realised how beautiful Constance's eyes were. Constance broke their eye contact and continued working. Imogen sat in silence.
The staff at Cackles had become Imogen's family. Davina Bat embraced her as a motherly figure right from the start and Amelia had never had one regret in hiring the non-witch to teach. As Headmistress Amelia had to remain professional but her relationship with the staff was always loving and thoughtful, magical or not, and when she wasn't present the rest of the staff tended to argue. A lot. Miss Hardbroom on the other hand… How could she even begin to contemplate Miss Hardbroom, the striking, attractive, picturesque, goddess who sat before her?
Would she ever know?
A/N: I hope you liked the first chapter of my HB/ID fanfiction. It is my first fanfiction attempt and I am slightly proud of it. Reviews would be appreciated a lot! Next Chapter uploaded shortly.
