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-Chapter 4-

"I told her you wouldn't report her ... what happened ..."

Imogen looked up from her sneakers as she finished tying her laces, "She tried to kill me," she responded calmly, "Why shouldn't I report her?"

"It wasn't a lethal spell," Constance sighed, "It was a memory erasing spell. She was under the impression that you saw ... well, you know ..." her hand instinctively cradled her arm protectively as she raised a brow at the blonde, "And you did, to a degree ... she knows her reputation is on the line. She felt threatened."

"Well then she shouldn't have mutilated you to begin with, huh?"

Constance avoided her gaze, glancing out of the sports shed doors.

"I think I've convinced her to disregard it ... I explained that you're just a non-witch whose word holds no real value in the magickal world."

"Thanks." Imogen muttered.

"I don't mean it," she insisted, looking back to her, meeting her green eyes, "I know it must seem like I do sometimes ..."

Imogen smiled vaguely, watching as the witch gently caressed the length of her arm, the same one she'd seen flecked with cuts just the day before.

"She hurt you again, didn't she?" Imogen asked quietly, hugging her knees, "Because of me ..."

The corner of Constance's lips lifted slightly in a faint smile, "Small price to pay for keeping your memory intact. Spells like that have been known to cause some serious problems for non-witches ... you could've forgotten everything about this place, who knows ..."

Imogen laughed humorlessly, "Even magick couldn't make me forget you ..." the words seemed to just spill out, and she regretted them almost instantly, her gaze falling to the floor and she refused to meet her eyes.

Awkward silence fell between them, and Imogen stood with a deep breath.

"Well, gotta go teach some second years," she announced quietly with forced enthusiasm.

She crossed the room and warm slender fingers gently enclosed around her wrist as she passed the witch, causing her to stop abruptly in her tracks and look up questioningly. They were so close that if she leaned in just a bit more they could ... but she pushed the thought from her mind as Constance spoke.

"I'll fix this," she said quietly, gently squeezing her in a feeble attempt to comfort her, "I promise."

The witch's eyes were glassy with tears, and she couldn't help the small tremble that shook her entire frame. She was so scared yet so determined as she spoke those words ... her heart swelled and ached as she thought about the horrible things that woman had to endure to keep her safe, to keep them all safe ...

She couldn't help it. She found herself leaning up on her tiptoes and brushing her lips against the soft skin of her cheek. Constance flinched slightly as if she'd been pinched and she pulled away slightly, but a moment too late. The teary eyes were still there, but her steely gaze was replaced with a look of pure shock, lips trembling before she pursed them shut.

Despite it all, her fingers were still hooked around the younger woman's wrist.

"Stay safe," Imogen whispered with a grim smile, walking away from her grasp and into the courtyard.

She felt suddenly light on her feet, too much in a daze from what she'd just done ... what she'd just gotten away with.

But the feeling was short-lived.

Mistress Hecketty Broomhead was standing just outside the school walls.

Her heart plummeted into her stomach, worried that the horrid old witch had seen what had just happened ...

"Miss Drill, you're late for your class," she reminded in a sharp tone, "As useless a subject it may be, you are still unfortunately employed here at this academy and are required to meet a certain level of standards."

"Yes, Mistress Broomhead," she agreed in a monotone, a wave of relief flowing throughout her body. She tried not to think about Constance for fear Hecketty could read her thoughts, but all she could think of were those sad brown eyes and that soft, gentle touch that still lingered around her wrist ...

Just as she pushed the thoughts from her head to focus on her class for the day, the witch of her dreams emerged from the castle doors. She must've reappeared inside the school so that Hecketty wouldn't catch her coming out of the sports shed and questioning what exactly she'd been doing in there.

She appeared stone-faced as she notified the substitute headmistress of a letter from OfWitch, careful to avoid her gaze from drifting to the sports mistress.

Miss Drill in turn respectfully averted her eyes from the woman she'd just kissed and shouted for the girls to get up off the wall and start their warm-up exercises.

(A/N)- Hope it wasn't too OOC. Reviews please! Next chapter will possibly be the last.