Sitting alone in the staff room with Constance had an awkward effect on Imogen. Her heart had hastened and her stomach felt stressed as she didn't know quite what to do or say.
Imogen relaxed back in the chair and closed her eyes, all was quiet within the castle apart from the scratching of a pen against paper which marked Constance was still in the room. Although the sound was sharp it didn't prevent Imogen from slipping off into a light sleep.
Constance sat at the table marking the appalling work her class had submitted. All were abysmal with the one exception, Ethel Hallow of course. Constance rolled her eyes for Ethel had gained top marks again, although Constance was pleased with the achievement of at least one student gaining striking marks, why did it always have to be a Hallow?
Realising that all was silent, the studious witch looked up at the clock. One, Thirty Three. She had an inkling that something was wrong, her heart started to beat faster and her lips perched. Looking around the room Constance calmed, she was over thinking and it was far too late for any of the students to even dare set foot out of their rooms. Returning her gaze to the books in front of her, the witch was suddenly startled by a quite moan. Looking up, Constance realised Imogen was still in the room and sleeping peacefully in the confinement of Miss Cackles arm chair.
Staring at Imogen, Constance felt calm, something she didn't normally feel. The P.E teacher's blonde hair shone from the moon light, her tracksuit hugged her figure well and her eye lids fluttered as she dreamt. A shiver formed down the witches' spine as she became conscious of how cold the staff room had become. Rising from her chair Constance slinked over to Imogen, who was still peaceful.
'Miss Drill…' She sighed. Obtaining no answer Constance spoke again, 'Imogen?' she breathed. Feeling somewhat sorry for the non-witch, the witch removed the sports magazine from the P.E. teachers lap and placed it on her desk, Constance then placed a hand on her shoulder. As the both disappeared.
Within a moment both witch and non-witch were in Imogen's room. Constance held Imogen up as Imogen's arms slunk around the witches' neck. Gently moving towards the bed Constance laid her colleague down and placed a blanket over her ice cold figure.
Staring at the vivacious form in front of her Constance blushed, shaking her head vigorously realising just how out of character her thoughts were, a sign of how exhausted she was. Taking one last glance at the non-witch before disappearing back to her own quarters, Constance felt different.
A/N: I apologise for the short chapter. I shall ensure the next one is longer and more exciting. Reviews are very much appreciated.