Hello Again! I've written another chapter and I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think! Same disclaimers apply, only Lena Winters is mine :) Enjoy!
Ada had allowed Lena to stay; to help the teachers prepare their classrooms for the coming term. She had spent her first week helping Miss Gullet, cleaning the classroom and preparing it with textbooks and supplies. The woman had her out collecting supplies most days, so long that by the time dinner rolled around Hecate wouldn't see the girl anywhere. True that a few of the teachers ate on their own but Ada had informed the young witch that she may dine with her in the evenings and Hecate seemed to be joining a lot of these dinners recently. She became a little worried when later in the week the girl hadn't been showing up, maybe Miss Gullet was asking too much, insufferable woman, she thought to herself as she stalked the halls to Lena's dorm. She knocked lightly, but there was no answer so she cracked open the door to find the girl passed out asleep having barely made it onto her bed.
And the following weeks continued as such, the teachers accepting Lena's help and in return the girl was exhausted. Until one rather late night as Hecate sat in her personal room reading she heard the sound of a message arriving on her maglet. She looked at the thing across the room on her desk with a look of confusion, is Ada trying to reach me? She would have just transferred herself here, Hecate thought to her self as she stood up to retrieve the object. Once she grabbed it she let out a scoff and rolled her eyes, Miss Winters, she had told the girl time and time again not to send her personal messages on these. Well, she thought to herself, we haven't begun term yet, no harm done right? She walked back to her armchair, sitting down and reading the message.
Are you still awake?
Miss Hardbroom stared for a moment, considering if she should indulge the girl and answer. Before she could decide she was already writing a reply, sending it off with three taps.
I am. But its late Miss Winters, why are you still awake?
Hecate was almost startled by the quick reply, not expecting it to sound off so soon.
Can't sleep. What are you doing?
The question was innocent enough but Hecate felt a bit uneasy by it. Was she overstepping boundaries? She reminded herself that school had not yet begun; they were doing nothing wrong.
Reading.
Was the curt reply she sent back, maybe the girl would fall asleep shortly.
Want to go for a walk?
Hecate stared at her maglet. The girl wasn't exactly shy, they had talked many times and often spent free periods together but this … this seemed like more. She wrote her reply and sent it off,
Yes.
No sooner did she send it that there was a soft knock on her door. Hecate stood from her chair, putting on her leather dress robe and pulling her long hair out of the back as she made her way to the door. She was not surprised when she opened the door to find Lena standing there.
"Miss Winters," she greets with a raised eyebrow, "Are you stalking me?"
Lena shifts nervously, maybe this was a bad idea, she thinks as she looks to her teacher sheepishly. Unable to control herself as her eyes scan over the casually dressed teacher, in awe at the long dark hair cascading around her.
"Lena?" Hecate calls out softly to regain the girl's attention, "I believe I asked you a question."
"I was going to walk even if you were asleep," Lena admits with a smirk.
"Sneaking around school grounds this late at night?" the woman asks almost unamused.
"I told you," the girl shrugs, "I can't sleep," she says with a light laugh.
Hecate shakes her head at the girl, she is something, she thinks as she motions for the young witch to lead the way. She hesitates for a moment before following, feeling something after the way Lena smiles at her. The two walk together in silence for a while before Hecate clears her throat,
"Term starts next week," she says awkwardly, "I could use some help finishing up the potions lab."
"I'd love to help," Lena answers immediately.
Miss Hardbroom looks to her, again not expecting the immediate answer, but she smiles softly. They've stopped walking now, neither one of them even noticing. Lena just stares at her teacher as her teacher stares back.
"Miss Hardbroom?" she asks softly to get her attention.
The older woman realizes what she's doing and glances behind the girl, unaware of where they ended up. The Potions Lab.
"Come with me …" Hecate says as she walks past the girl, pulling the long chain from her dressing gown and grabbing hold of the key on the end.
Once Hecate unlocked the door she motioned for Lena to follow her in, snapping her fingers and illuminating the room in a soft light. The girl has walked to the first row table, looking at a book that was left on the end. The action was innocent enough as the young witch flipped through the pages, her slender fingers grazing the aged pages as her brow furrowed slightly in concentration. Hecate watched her; her dark eyes glued the young girl's frame before traveling up those captivating pale green eyes. She slowly sauntered forward, closing the distance left between the two of them and now standing so closely behind the girl.
"Lena …" Hecate said soflty, smirking as the girl jumped slightly at the sudden sound and turning around to face her teacher.
Miss Hardbroom slowly raised her hand and tucked a stray hair behind the girl's ear as she leaned in; their bodies now flush against each other. Lena tried to take a step back but whimpered slightly as her back hit the end of the table. She looked up nervously at her teacher, they were so close now as Hecate leaned in once more.
"Lena …" she whispered, "It's time to wake up"
"Wait what?" Lena said confused as she furrowed her brow.
"It's time to wake up!" The woman exclaimed a bit louder now.
The young witch awoke with a loud thud as her body fell to the floor. She groaned softly as she sat up on the stone floor, rubbing her head.
"Foolish girl, It's time to wake up!" Miss Hardbroom exclaimed again, shaking her head and walking from the room.
Lena's eyes widen when she hears her teachers voice, looking up at her before she watches her walk out of the dorm. The young witch sits there shocked after her teacher leaves.
"Oh my broomstick …" she mumbles, "That did not just happen …"