The girls had just returned from picking herbs to store in the potions lab, and were watching Rocky being irritated and attempting to brush the 'greenness' from her cuffs.
"Why does she always wear those things?" Miss Bat pondered aloud.
"She always has done," shrugged Mags, "If they weren't different ones occasionally, I'd think they were sown to her hands!" The girls giggled as they made their way to the hall for breakfast.
"If anyone wants any stickyweed..." Miss Bat sang, taking a piece from the back of Rocky's cloak as the teachers gathered in the staffroom at breakfast time, "It's actually very good for keeping warm in the autumn winds..."
"Urgh," sighed Rocky, helping herself to tea as Constance materialized behind her.
"Dammit!" she muttered as she knocked over the sugar dish with her spoon.
"Now what have you done?" Constance sighed with exasperation, not even bothering to look as she helped herself to a breakfast plate.
"It's you; you scare the hell out of me, just randomly appearing like that!" Rocky snapped, shooting a glare at the woman's unnaturally straight back.
"What-"
"It's true, Constance," Imogen smirked, "She was being completely dignified until you came in"
The taller witch rolled her eyes at the room in general before vanishing herself and her still-empty plate.
"It'd be fine if she appeared over there," Rocky gestured towards the other side of the room, sighing in annoyance "She always does it next to me! Always acting like she's the only witch in the world that can do anything!" Maybe it is jealousy, then, she thought, "Anyway, I suppose I'd better go and get changed; I'm not walking around covered in bits of plants all day..."
Constance could never have explained what she was doing. At times like this, she was proud of her ability to master such skills as invisibility without having to resort to taking a less reliable potion. Still holding the plate in her hand, she silently paced into Rocky's room. Her sense of wonder was far greater than her appetite at that moment in time, anyway. By now, she had heard countless rumours about this witch, and despite her irksome nature, Constance had become rather curious about her. Constance was not usually one for snooping around, and was unsure how to start. Her decision time was cut short, however, by the sound of the door opening behind her. She whipped around, moving quickly away from the door so that she wouldn't be walked into.
Rocky's eyes widened as she entered the room.
"Hold it!" she held up a hand; her head had just inexplicably filled with sourceless wonder and curiosity.
In a moment of self-doubt, Constance looked down at herself, checking that she was, in fact, invisible.
The hairs on Rocky's neck prickled slightly as she moved her hand through the air in front of her. She felt something in the air change as Constance experienced a rare wave of apprehension and backed towards the opposite wall, holding her breath and being extra careful not to drop the plate; Rocky was slowly advancing on her.
"Invisibility, perhaps, a little ghostie?" she murmured, "An ever-so-slightly fearful sneak?"
As she said the last word, her hand clutched dangerously close to the invisible witch's face. Constance quickly regained her senses and magically transported herself to the potions lab, where she tightly gripped the edge of her desk, breathing heavily as the breakfast plate crashed to her feet.