(A/N)- So sorry for this late update! I hope you like it! I can't promise when the next one will be but hopefully there won't be this long of a wait next time so bear with me! Thank you for everyone who has reviewed and I'm so thankful that you still have interest in this story!

- Everything Between Us -

Once Agatha and her henchwomen were carted off, Amelia went to her office to file a witness statement to send to OfWitch. Davina was seeing to breakfast. And Imogen was nowhere in sight, so Constance went off in search of her.

It wasn't long until she found the blonde, sitting on a folded mat in the sports shed, biting her nails.

"Give your nails a rest, the wicked witches have been dealt with," she remarked with a small smile as she closed the shed door behind her.

Imogen removed her fingers from her mouth, and ran them through her hair instead, her gaze distant.

She knew that look. Constance herself had made that same look before. Imogen was regretting their kiss.

"Imogen …" Constance began, hoping to take advantage of the silence by saying her peace … but Imogen soon cut her off.

"I'm so sorry, Constance," Imogen said, shaking her head, her gaze finally meeting hers.

Constance got caught in her eyes for a moment before shaking her head slightly, forcing a small and brief smile, "It's fine," she assured, "Don't worry about it."

"But I kissed you-"

"I said don't worry about it," Constance repeated firmly, clenching her jaw as she tried to will away the memory of their intimate encounter, still so fresh in her mind … she could still feel Imogen's lips on hers … it was her fault. Imogen kissed her first, yes, but she kissed her back. She gave her permission. She approved the gesture. And yet …

"It was impulsive," Constance clarified, trying to make logical sense out of their little moment, "You obviously overheard Agatha and you were … overcome …"

"As were you," Imogen reminded, raising a brow in annoyance.

"We were both overcome," Constance corrected, "It was an accident."

"Was it?" Imogen asked and her voice cracked.

The witch looked over at her, stone-faced. Inside, she was battling the urge to tell Imogen to choose between her and Serge. She wanted to grab her face and kiss her, make her feel things she'd never felt before with Serge, or anyone. She wanted to make her forget all about that silly summer camp job and keep her company at the castle instead … but she couldn't make her do anything, despite the loop-holes she could jump through with magick … she couldn't do that to Imogen. It would have to be her choice. She couldn't make her break up with Serge – she couldn't even suggest it. Imogen would hate her forever if she wasn't happy with the outcome, and Constance was sure that she wouldn't enjoy spending the rest of her life with someone such as herself …

Imogen forced a smile, and looked down with a nod, "Of course it was. Just another … mistake."

"Don't beat yourself up over it," Constance chided, "You can't honestly say that you wanted that to happen."

"Of course not," Imogen replied, "It's just … we felt something, in that moment. I just wish you could admit that."

"Miss Drill …"

"No," the sports mistress got to her feet, shaking her head slowly, "No, you don't get to 'Miss Drill' me … I know you felt something too."

"Yes I did," Constance replied matter-of-factly, "Adrenaline. I'd just been threatened by an evil witch, I will admit that she did get under my skin and I wanted some comfort, but that does not mean-"

"I'm not talking about just today, Constance!" Imogen practically shouted, taking the witch aback, "I'm talking about all those other times, the Halloween flight, the potions lab, my … bedroom!"

Constance's face flushed and she averted her eyes, but she couldn't tear her gaze from her for too long, too shocked by the non-witch's outburst to tear herself away.

"I'm tired of pretending there's nothing between us when there's everything between us."

"Including Serge," Constance reminded nonchalantly, seemingly unaffected by the blonde's tirade, "You're still dating him, aren't you?"

"That's not fair," Imogen choked out through the tears that had begun to well up in her eyes.

"No, it isn't. How dare you stand there and proclaim to have feelings for me when you're seeing someone else?"

"I was trying to get over you." Imogen replied hollowly.

"As you've said before," Constance replied with a sigh.

"You're not over me either, or did you conveniently forget your late night proclaimation?"

Constance stood there, lips pursed and arms folded, but she looked over at Imogen regardless of her guarded stature, her eyes softening.

"I can't break up with him, not like this … given the circumstances …"

"So you'd rather spend the summer with him and keep up this charade?"

Imogen rubbed her neck nervously and looked to the floor in shame.

Constance nodded, tears filling her eyes, "Fine then," she managed to say, her voice cracking slightly.

"Constance, I just need time to think …"

But Constance had already disappeared into thin air, leaving Imogen alone in the sports shed to work out her thoughts.

Constance Hardbroom sipped her tea in the staffroom, having successfully avoided Imogen until she left for her summer job. Amelia had gone off to visit with her other sister, Adelaide, for the summer, presumably to discuss with her how their sister Agatha's punishment should be handled. As for Davina, she could only assume that the batty old witch had already left to travel to some obscure country.

Or so she thought …

Davina came bumbling into the staffroom, broom and carpet bag in hand as she rushed for the stationary cupboard, talking under her breath.

She felt like she should ask, but the possibility of the woman grabbing whatever it was she had forgotten and leaving without even seeing her deputy headmistress was very enticing …

"Constance!" Davina exclaimed, having caught her reflection in the frosted glass of the cupboard. She looked around with a smile, and it faltered immediately at the sight of her looking so somber, "Have you seen my sunglasses?"

"No," she replied curtly, sipping her tea.

Davina sighed in disappointment, dropping her things onto the floor and pulling up a chair, "Well, it's far too sunny to be flying without them, so I'll have to call a cab."

Constance paid no attention to her colleague, her gaze lost in the intricate patterns on the tablecloth.

"I didn't get to say goodbye to Imogen, has she gone already?"

"Yes."

Davina nodded awkwardly, looking down, "You know, Constance … she doesn't love him."

"Davina …" Constance began in a low growl, ready to frighten the old woman into never mentioning the sports mistress to her ever again. Her piercing eyes locked onto hers, and she opened her mouth to begin her tirade, but she seemed to not have any fight left in her at all, still too broken up by Imogen's choice.

"Then why did she choose him, over …" her voice broke in midsentence and she sighed, shutting her eyes a moment, "I know that you know …"

"I don't know anything-"

Constance glared at her.

"Honestly, I don't! She hasn't told me anything … except …"

"Except?" Constance repeated, her anger beginning to resurface.

"Except that she doesn't love Serge. She was upset. I hadn't meant to be there, I had just woken from a nap and I found her crying … she cares deeply for you, I've never seen her looking such a mess before …"

Constance kept her gaze focused on her hands, feeling even guiltier for running out on Imogen that day. She began to wish she hadn't let her leave the castle … but …

"I'm too broken, Davina. I can't care for her the way she does me."

Davina daringly reached out and grasped Constance's hand in hers, and Constance flinched initially before relaxing under the older woman's touch.

"How do you know unless you try?"

Constance considered this for a moment, but she shook her head in resolve.

"I've hurt her enough. Just let it be," Constance insisted, taking her hand way from Davina's grasp, "And you should know better than to poke your nose into other people's business!" she snapped.

"I'm sorry!" Davina pleaded, "I was only trying to help!"

The batty old witch gathered her things and headed out, presumably to fly to her destination despite the lack of sunglasses.

"Wait," Constance called, and summoned her own pair of sunglasses into her hand, the same sunglasses that Imogen had given her the last time she returned from break.

She handed the glasses over to Davina, who smiled eagerly, but before she could take hold of them, Constance held them back a second, "I'll be wanting these back, understood?"

Davina nodded in assurance, and Constance handed them over.

"Thank you, Constance! And might I add-"

"Don't."

"I was just going to say … I hope things get sorted out between you and Imogen."

Constance nodded, tight-lipped, "Thank you, Davina."

And she watched out the staffroom window as her colleague ascended into the clouds, taking with her the one material object she had to remind her of her lost love.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and disappeared off to the library with her tea to immerse herself in books for the rest of the summer in a vain attempt to escape any and all thoughts of one Imogen Drill.

(A/N)- Please review! Next chapter is 'Old Hats and New Brooms'!