(A/N)- I'll be honest I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with this ... I mean I have an idea but idk if I want to expand it into something so much bigger ... ahh, we shall see. :P Thank you so much to everyone who's reviewed, I really didn't expect this would get much attention at all so it really made me feel like a million bucks. :) Enjoy!

- Years Later -

Seventh door on the left … seventh door on the left …

Imogen could feel her anticipation rising as she strode down the hallway, glancing in the window of each door she passed for fear that she had somehow miscounted and went to the wrong room.

She readjusted her purse on her shoulder as she walked, heels echoing on the stone floor, heels that she only agreed to wear because whenever she walked she sounded like her …

She shook her head in annoyance, gritting her teeth.

This was not supposed to be a pleasant visit, after all, never mind the circumstances, it had taken her so long to find the slightest trace …

A bell rang, signaling the end of classes, and she heard chairs squeak and knock against the stone floors as students rose from their chairs.

That all-too-familiar voice met her ears, a voice she hadn't heard in years, and her heart did somersaults despite everything …

"Be sure to do your homework, tomorrow we start on invisibility potions!"

Imogen leaned against the wall as she waited for the girls to pass – none of them seemed to notice her presence – didn't surprise her, the school was rather large as it was … as was the class itself. It took a while for all the girls to vacate the room. Imogen found herself not being able to resist a quick peek into the classroom as they filed out, rationalizing it with the possibility that the woman might disappear into thin air as she so often did.

She caught the slightest glimpse of her at the front desk, just a blur really, but it was enough to make her heart flutter with excitement. She bit her lip hard, mentally reminding herself …

The classroom finally emptied, and she stepped into the doorway.

Constance Hardbroom didn't appear to have noticed her as she stood before her desk, crouched over slightly as she sorted her papers into neat piles.

Her hair was cropped – that was the biggest shock to Imogen. It was just a bit above shoulder length, parted neatly straight down the middle of her head. She felt sorry for the loss of her long ebony locks … but perhaps she had a good reason for such a drastic change …

She also wore reading glasses, which Imogen could understand as her own eyesight was beginning to fail, at least when it came to reading, but she was determined not to get a pair just yet. Constance's glasses were horn-rimmed, and Imogen quickly recognized them as the sunglasses she had bought her years ago, refitted to serve as prescription glasses rather than polarized.

She was momentarily touched by Constance's sentimentalism … but then Imogen was brought to her senses as the witch looked up and froze, staring directly at her like a deer caught in headlights.

Hands shaking, she reached up and took her glasses off, folding them neatly and placing them in a hidden pocket on her hip.

"Imogen …" Constance greeted formally, casually, as if she had expected her to come.

Imogen strode up the desk, her eyes never leaving hers. She expected the witch to run, to disappear like she so often did whenever she felt trapped or threatened, but she stood her ground, bracing herself as the non-witch neared her hand raised …

She wanted to do it. She wanted to slap her right across her beautiful face.

But she couldn't.

The witch stood there, eyes squeezed tight and when there was no contact, she cautiously opened them.

Imogen gritted her teeth and smacked her arm instead, not hard enough to seriously hurt her but perhaps hard enough to get a message across. The witch did not react, and Imogen wound up hitting her again, and again and again …

Constance's long sinewy arms wrapped around her in an attempt to pull her close, but Imogen pushed her away, stepping out of arm's reach as she brushed away in annoyance the tears that she involuntarily shed. In her anger she found her voice.

"My daughter is a witch."

(A/N)- Evil cliffhanger! :P Reviews please! :D