"Of all the people to invite-" Constance hissed, looking too scary for anyone to remember the blasted radio. "You chose him! That -sleaze?!"
"HE likes you, that's all. It's not a crime" Miss Drill snapped back.
Doesn't help you're freezing in your bed your blankets aren't enough
"He'll only be here one night, -"
"He's staying over!?"
"It's called being polite Miss Hardbroom. What's your problem?"
"My problem is you and interfering little plans-"
"We could put him closer to your room if you like-" Davina giggled.
All you want is some one there; all you say is so-
"No!" Davina shot into her cupboard squealing under the death glare. "I do not appreciate you two suggesting I should have a one nightstand with the DJ for your dammed party."
Love, Love, Kiss, Kiss,
"Most people would find it flattering to have a famous DJ admiring you." Imogen sneered.
"I am not flattered, it's nauseating."
"Does he really mean nothing to you? He sent you roses last year remember?"
"I do. They came in useful for the first years to test their potions on."
"For goodness sake- do you just like living alone with your cat or something?"
"Well, yes."
"And what about that that that trip to France-?"
"If you're so keen on the wonderful idea why don't you go with him?"
"I don't need to. I've already been to the Alps with-" Imogen started smugly.
"Surge yes we all know," Constance cut in rolling her eyes. "You have a long distance relationship with your on-off boyfriend. We've got the point already."
"Ladies please!" Amelia argued. "This is getting too personal."
"Less personal then her non-witch jibes? At least I've a chance at romance." Imogen spat. "Maybe if you stopped acting all high and mighty and got to know Mr Stevens a little more-"
"A little more what? Or I once again going to have to listen to how a bunk up with that overgrown boy scout, is now corner stone for you to build your own desperate fairytale on."
"How dare you!"
"If you're so in love with your 'beau' why do you keep hounding me-?!"
"Hounding?" Amelia asked, but was ignored.
"I- I- because I-!"
"You leave Imogen alone." Davina squeaked though the cupboard door, "You're just jealous!"
"Of what? I don't WANT an oh so wonderful romance that only comes to light every holiday. What I want is for the 14th to come and go again with out interference from you two and minimum disruptions to lessons. The girls have better things to learn about then romantic entanglements."
And with that, she vanished.
"Well I warned you." Amelia sighed. "Constance isn't really a Valentines sort of person."
