AN: Just a few snippets to keep me happy and to be a bit of a tease...I'd like to write my ideas up as a proper story after my exams...12 more days...

Let me know if you have any thoughts, I was trying not to give too much away but hopefully it's not complete nonsense! :)


"I get this sense that I'm not the only one with scars..."


Her disapproval was the lovechild of the King of Tuts and the Queen of Sighs. Everyone knew the level of Constance Hardbroom's standards, yet few had the honour of living up to them. Had it not been for such a horrendous clattering sound, that moment may not have been surrendered to sipping tea and silently cursing the curse of clumsiness.


"I challenge you, you pathetic freak, a witches' duel...and you know what my prize shall be"


It would be surprising if there was anyone in the world who didn't feel at least a part of the anger that was so apparent in her eyes. In the last moment of the fight, a strange glint passed through her eyes, like the sight of bloodstained metal as she cast the final spell. She stood above her weakened prey, and whispered words that were all too familiar to Constance's ears. A sharp shriek filled the air. Constance dematerialised before she had the chance to see any more, but she knew what had been done; Hecate Broomhead had finally tasted her own vicious poison.


"You and me, Constance, we were brought up in a world that told us to believe, without proof, that there are such things as truth and justice, and that the good will always triumph over the evil. I guess now we know that that is just not true."


They both knew how it was to hear death's call at nightfall. But it appeared that some of the greatest things looked their best in the gathering darkness.


"I quite like it on this rooftop with you"