Imogen wandered into the empty courtyard her eyes stinging with hot tears. She couldn't tell if it was the wind or her breaking heart which had prompted their presence. Sitting down on the cold stone bench she looked to the sky and sighed, what was she even thinking? Constance probably wouldn't even consider being attracted to a woman, let alone break the professional boundary of being with a colleague. She should be happy for Constance, that she'd found someone, that she was having a good time. The thought of the man in the bar holding the witch in his arms in a way she could only dream of was too much. She could no longer hold back the tears streaming down her face, all she could hope was that the rain of Walters wet week would disguise her pain.
Constance materialised at the school gate, her arms clutched to her sides defensively she strode through the courtyard towards the castle. In the corner of her eye she spotted the figure of Imogen Drill soaked through and staring towards the sky. Concerned Constance made her way towards the younger woman, hesitantly she placed her hand on Imogens shoulder and muttered "Miss Drill?"
The feeling of a hand on her shoulder sent shockwaves through Imogen, quickly turning her head she inhaled sharply as she found herself making full eye contact with a worried Constance Hardbroom.