-Chapter 4-

A/N: Rated Extreme M.

That evening after all had returned from the quest, the usual bonfire commenced.

Constance couldn't help but notice that Imogen seemed less interested in Serge this evening. The girls were all happily stuffing their faces with marshmallows, talking to the rangers. The sky drew darker and the sound of chattering pupils became quieter as each dwindled off to bed.

Constance put the remaining girls to bed, as Serge crept off towards the woods, shortly followed by Imogen.

Constance was quite unaware of this plan, as she retreated by the fire with a book, she assumed Imogen was fast asleep in her cabin and that Serge was in his.

Down in the woods, Serge stood waiting at a nearby clearing.

Imogen entered it. The moon shone on the ground lighting the clearing. Serge stood just at the edge of the light. He looked content.

'Hello Serge!' She whispered as he turned to look at her.

'Imogen!' He replied looking happy.

Before Imogen had time to think any further, Serge had grabbed her and pushed her against a tree.

'Imogen, tell me you don't feel it? Tell me that you are not interested!' He spluttered as he kissed along her neck and up to her lips.

'Serge!' Imogen cried pushing him off of her, she did feel something towards him but at this time she was so unsure about everything. She couldn't let this cloud her judgement.

'Oh come on Imogen, you want to make that wicked woman jealous don't you?, and we have so much more in common!' Serge continued trying to undo Imogens tracksuit top, Imogen really enjoyed his company and his touch did make her tingle.

'I am unsure Serge' She said as she tried to push him off. 'I thought we were going to talk? Like the other night?'

Serge stopped. He looked disappointed as he turned to her. Imogen sat down in the light, Serge sat next to her.

'I am sorry Imogen, I just assumed that you were feeling the same as me. I was so wrong. I just...' Serge was interrupted by Imogen planting a kiss on his lips.

He returned the kiss, Imogen could tell he was feeling more fire than her as his passion was strong and hers weak.

Suddenly, they were no longer alone. 'What is the meaning of this!' Constance boomed from behind them!

Imogen flinched and turned to see the woman she loved stood behind them.

'Constance!' She jumped up!

'Imogen, what is going on?' Constance asked, Imogen could see the tears welling up in her eyes.

'Mr Dubious?' Constance turned to him sharply.

'Sorry love, Imogen and I were just marvelling at the moonlight, weren't we babe?' Imogen looked shocked at his tone towards her.

Imogen opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but Constance cut her off.

'Miss Drill? Is this the case?' Constance inquired, looking into Imogens eyes.

Imogen then saw something that she had never seen in the witches eyes before. Tears pooled them, she almost looked as if she had feeling.

Imogen turned to leave, she was embarrassed and had no clue how to respond to either of the two. As she made to leave she couldn't help but hear Serge confront Constance.

'Don't kid yourself love. Imogen will come around, she will soon take comfort in my offering, leaving you alone and too late.' Serge laughed.

Imogen disliked what she heard, but had to agree. She could never be with Constance the way she had dreamt and what Serge was offering couldn't help but tempt Imogen. The non-witch returned to the scene. Serge stood back from the witch and looked at the blonde woman by the path.

'What ever you believe is going on between myself and Miss Drill, is up to you. But I can assure you its nothing but professional!' The witch stiffened her back, standing tall, glancing at Imogen.

'Maybe, but professionals don't cry at another finding comfort in a more suitable persons arms. Am I right?' Serge provoked quietly ensuring Imogen could not hear.

'Right you are.' Constance bluntly replied clenching her fists and stiffening more. She hated the fact she was banned from using magic on this trip. Why had she made that promise?

She wished that she could magic this snake tongued ranger away from the camp, along with his bad-influence good for nothing rangers.

Serge moved towards the witch. 'Let her go, you know its never going to work. You are as stiff inside as you appear on the outside. Imogen will see right through that and any feelings you have for each other will be nothing but dust by the end of this week.' Serge whispered in the frozen witches her ear.

He looked over to Imogen and smiled. 'Miss Hardbroom was just saying she best be off to bed!' he assured.

Constance vanished.

Imogen knew that Miss Hardbroom never slept and that Serges assurance was false, Imogen wished she knew what words had been exchanged between the two.

Serge and Imogen walked back to the campsite quietly.