It was the end of the school day and Imogen had just dismissed her class. Residing to the P.E shed she stuffed the volley balls into their bag and placed the bag on a hook which hung on the wall.

Turning around Imogen stumbled and tripped on some skipping ropes which the girls had not put away after lunch. Hitting her head on the vaulting horse, she collapsed, her body colliding with the cold floor leaving her stunned and unconscious.

Mildred Hubble and Enid Nightshade were out in the court yard, training their cats, when they heard a crash coming from the sport-shed. Looking at each other in shock the girls ran towards the shed, cats in hand.

'Miss Drill!' Mildred shrieked as she saw her sports mistress sprawled on the floor, pale and cold.

'MISS HARDBROOM, MISS HARDBROOM' shrieked Enid as she entered the castle, receiving strange looks from other students as she proceeded. 'HB' appeared immediately.

'What is the meaning of this Enid Nightshade?' she scowled at the young witch in annoyance ready to issue a punishment.

'It's Miss Drill. She's, hurt.' Enid started as she hastily explained in panic. 'You have to help' she pleaded.

Muttering and worried tones came from the other students surrounding Enid and HB. Constance shewed all the girls to their rooms for an hours study before dinner, not one young witch dared question this for they could see the severity in their potions mistress' eyes. Ethel and Drusilla rushed to the staff room after the potions mistress fled.

In a hurry both witches raced to the P.E shed to find Miss Drill on the floor with Mildred and Miss Bat, who had overheard Mildred's cry. Imogen's head lay in Davina's lap. Davina shot a worried looked at Constance who had frozen in the door way.

'Girls, go to your rooms' she alleged in anger. Both young witches exchanged confused looks but without thought got up and retreated back to the castle, muttering along the way.

'What happened Davina?' Worried Constance kneeling down beside the sports mistress.

'She must have tripped Constance' said Davina, referring to the skipping ropes tangled around her colleague's feet.

Both witches were pale, as Imogen's temperature was falling.

Ethel Hallow and Drusilla Paddock appeared from the door with a blanket and first aid kit.

'We heard that there was an accident Miss Hardbroom, We brought these to help.' Said Ethel with a stuck up tone in her voice.

Constance rolled her eyes, taking the supplies as she reminded the girls they should be studying. Although Ethel was her best student, she often found her Hallow genes and qualities annoying as she came across as a suck up most of the time. Despite, this wasn't the time. Imogen was hurt. Constance returned her thoughts to Imogen as she placed the blanket over her.

Davina moved Imogen's hair out of her face, although short, her hair could easily reach the non-witches eyes. Stroking her cheek, Davina started to panic.

'What do we do Constance, can't we use magic, help her. What if she…' Davina babbled.

'If you can't be helpful Davina then I would appreciate it if you returned to the castle...' Started Constance until interrupted by the non-witches murmur.

Imogen stirred. Davina smiled, as did Constance.

Imogen murmered as she moved slightly.

'Imogen, Miss Drill?' questioned Davina, hoping that she would wake. Davina began to pat the side of the non-witches cheeky, panicking.

'Stop that!' Constance snapped, slapping Davina's hand away.

'Cons…tance' spluttered Imogen before falling silent again. Davina's eyes shot up at Constance, who went pale but blushed slightly as Davina looked puzzled.

'She sleeping, Constance. She's dreaming. Shes still able to put you in your place though' laughed Davina stroking the PE teachers hair. 'She will be fine after a bit of rest, I shall go and sort the girls out. Clarice has a chanting lesson and Sibyl has clarinet practice this evening, I shouldn't be late.' Davina rose being careful and placing an extra blanket under the sports mistress' head.

'We can't leave her out here alone. I dare not risk using magic to get her inside, the effects it may have…' Worried Constance.

'For once I agree with you Miss Hardbroom, you should stay with her. I will ensure the girls get dinner and hopefully Imogen will have come round in time for you to resume your duties before lights out.' Davina spoke.

For once Constance and Davina were getting along and with Davina's articulated suggestion, Constance needn't argue, she just nodded and hushed Davina, who was smiling at the witch and non-witch with loving eyes, on her way.

Not long after Davina had left, Imogen began to slowly wake.

Constance sat beside her, kneeled close to the non-witches hand. The witch looked at the sports mistress, contemplating the thoughts circling her brain. 'Why had Imogen said her name? What was she dreaming?' It was all so confusing.

Just as Constance began to come to terms with herself and regain some normality, Imogen spoke.

'Constance' came a clear whisper.

'Miss Drill?' Constance quietly cried, for the body that lay before her was getting colder and paler. Moving around to the side of Imogen, Constance picked her up and placed her body onto the crash mat. Releasing her body from the cold floor which she previously lie upon. Raising her hands Constance conjured a small fire burner to add some heat into the sports shed. Placing the blankets over Imogen, Constance sat beside her. Occasionally looking down at the handsome figure that lay beneath the blankets.

Moments later, Imogen's body began to warm in no time, she had started to display colour in her cheeks. No expressions or any other sign of communication had occurred yet. Constance still sat bewildered at the strange day she had encountered.

She felt her legs beginning to stiffen, starting to rise from her sitting position Constance was startled by movement from the still body next to her. Returning to her place Constance observed Imogen, her stunning hair and finely tanned skin was charming and made Constance feel warm, in spite of the cold draft.

'Imogen?' The witch hushed, stroking her hair away from her face just as Davina did earlier. Suddenly Constance was shocked as Imogen's hand had moved and held Constance's. This was new entirely Constance had never held someone's hand before. Of course she had had relationships but normally kept herself to herself. 'Relationships' thought Constance… shaking the feeling away instantly. 'What a ridiculous thing to be thinking at a time like this and highly unprofessional!'

The witch placed a kiss upon Imogen's hand - she wouldn't admit it, but deep down, she liked the feeling of the non-witches palm against hers. Imogen's eyes slowly started to open, without Constance realising. Constance shocked by her sudden warmth, stood up from being beside the non-witch and paced the sports-shed floor.

Laying in silence staring at Constance, Imogen gained back her breath and slowly sat up, her head pounding.

'Constance?' Imogen questioned as she looked about the sports shed, until her eyes fell upon the witch. 'What happened? I am so sorry, I feel so stupid.' Imogen began. Constance sat upon the crash mat, as Imogen came around.

'Accidents happen, Imogen, I am just glad you are ok. Now we must hasten, this school wont run itself.' Spoke Constance as she made to get up.

'You called me, Imogen?' stated the P.E teacher, reaching out and grabbing Constance arm.

Constance ignored and shot Imogen's hand a daggering look before their eyes fell upon each others.

Imogen removed her hand, placing it beside the witch. Constance's glare weakened as the two women fell deeper into their gaze. Constance began to realise that she had feeling beneath her hard as ice exterior, this scared her. Imogen was confused and had just been through a terrible ordeal, waking to the last person she expected to be at her side. Emotions were high and very confusing between both teachers.

Closing her eyes, Imogen broke the eye contact and rested her head upon the witches shoulder. Constance placed her hand over Imogen's briefly only to retract it seconds later. Constance stiffened causing Imogen to remove her head.

'Why did you stay with me?' Imogen spoke calmly.

'I couldn't very well leave you out here alone, if Miss Cackle were to find out...'Constance started.

Imogen placed her hand on top of the witches, just as Constance had done only seconds before. Imogen looked intensely into the witches' surprised dark brown eyes. Constance shot a self-conscious glare at Imogen before breaking the skin to skin contact and rose from the crash mat.

'I am glad you are ok, Miss Drill. I advise you to be more careful next time, to avoid any repetition of today.' She pronounced as she walked towards the door. Turning back to look at the non-witch, Constance felt she was being bitter but could not jeopardise her professional shell by submitting to any new 'in the moment' emotions – these things just had to be thought upon.

… And that is exactly what Constance did when she returned to her chamber that evening, Imogen was all she could think about. Imogen mirrored in her chambers, as she lie awake thinking of Constance.

What were they going to do?

A/N: Hope this wasn't confusing. Any questions just ask. I was trying to show some romance between the two teachers but trying to keep Constance in character. Updated version as I felt the previous one was not right. Please re-review as I would love to hear your thoughts or ideas for improvement. Thank you all for your reviews though.