A/N Some very mean behaviour below (but we do get a chance to nose around a certain bedroom) A lot is going to happen in this weeks four updates, possibly even some more cliffhangers ;P

It was another Monday afternoon and everyone was busy with school activities. Constance had double potions class with the fourth years and for Imogen it was P.E with the second years. The weather was getting a lot better so she was taking them for a cross country run, enjoying the chance to get some extra exercise herself.

Sometimes it was just too difficult to leave her wife in the morning and others they would do yoga together so she tried to catch up with any missed runs during lessons. She knew that most of the girls weren't happy with her plan but she also knew they'd feel a good sense of achievement once they had completed the activity.

Maud had gotten into running following her counselling sessions, she found that it helped to clear her mind and she enjoyed the fresh air. Ruby was also a good runner so they both went on ahead with some other girls. Mildred and Jadu stayed behind a bit, they could run if they had to but they were not as fast as the others. Miss Drill was leading the group and would loop back occasionally to check on them. For Enid, this was the perfect opportunity to carry out her plan. She hid behind a tree while the others set off, guessing she had about an hour which would hopefully be enough time.

She pulled out a piece of paper from her shorts pocket. Over half term she had visited her grandmother with the specific intent of finding a book that she knew was stored away. Quickly she had found the simple transformation spell that she had been hoping to locate. Her mother hadn't paid any attention to her whereabouts as usual so she spent the remainder of the holidays and her free time back at school practicing. Her work had paid off and she felt that she had perfected it. If she was right it would take her exactly where she wanted to go.

Checking there was nobody around she spoke the words out loud, feeling the still strange sensation as she began to disappear. Within seconds she was exactly where she wanted to be, in her teachers' bedroom. Originally she had thought she could be able to unlock the door but that wasn't an option. This was easier than expected, and better with less chance of being seen. HB was in lessons, Abby was in school and Miss Drill wouldn't notice that she was missing.

Enid looked around the room. It wasn't huge but it was bigger than the students bedrooms. It was a mix of cream colours and there was a colourful crochet blanket on the large bed. There was also a very nice, fresh smell like flowers and citrus with a sort of honey scent mixed in. They also had electricity which really was not fair.

It was strange, she would have imagined that HB slept in a cell with plain stone walls. She still couldn't believe they actually shared a room but to her surprise the evidence was there, including a couple of drawings on the wall, clearly depicting the couple.

One side of the bed was obviously Miss Drill's. On the bedside table there was a running magazine along with a couple of books, was one in Spanish? There was also a clock and a music player. There were some other little pieces as well, lip balm, hand cream and some sort of oil. In the drawer there was a nail file, tweezers, a notebook and pen, some kind of potion and interestingly enough a prayer book.

Time to go to the other side, this must be HB's. There were antenatal vitamins, what looked like a home made body lotion, a book about boring flowers and a pregnancy book, marked at twenty nine weeks, on top of two pretty notebooks. "Probably where she writes down her evil plans." She would come back to them later.

Randomly she opened the drawers, not even sure what she was looking for. Apart from a few essential items there were drawings by Abby in a folder and some other papers in neat ordered piles. She looked quickly through them, home birth information, doctors details and notes. There was a large envelope that was sealed but in Miss Hardbroom's clear writing had been marked. "Marriage certificate and adoption papers." There was no way she could reseal it if she opened it so she put it back. Another sealed envelope was marked, "C. Hardbroom- Parental Information". So HB had parents? They were probably as horrible as she was.

The bookshelves didn't reveal a huge amount. There were some novels, boring history books, another couple of baby books. Based on a number of the novels she realised that it had been an Italian, not Spanish book that she had seen before, although one looked very new and was titled "Italian for Beginners." The only other books of interest were music books including ones with guitar music. That would explain the guitar in the corner, hardly HB's. Enid had known that Miss Drill could sing from when she took over from Miss Bat the year before, the guitar was cool though.

Hoping to find something else, she opened the large wardrobe. It was very neatly organised. She was surprised to see the amount of pretty skirts and dresses that were clearly Miss Drill's. She could see Miss Hardbroom's boring black dresses that she obviously couldn't fit into now, there were other lighter coloured items as well. In the very back she found their wedding dresses but didn't want to waste time looking at them having already seen the pictures. Maybe she should look in the other drawers?

There were two chests of drawers on either side of the large window. On the top of each there were bottles of perfume, a variety of cosmetics including that awful lipstick HB wore and an old fashioned hairbrush set. She started to rummage through the one on the left, blushing as she realised what she was looking through. Miss Drill certainly seemed to have a large collection of very sexy underwear along with some other pretty pieces. There was also a book which she flushed even more at when she realised was about lesbian sexual positions. She looked at a page that was marked and gasped.

"Oh."

The other three drawers were filled with more clothes, these seemed to be primarily sports items. The bottom drawer was different though. There were baby pieces here, clothes, a couple of blankets and another book, this was not like the last one, it seemed to be a name book. There was a second book as well, one where you filled in details about a pregnancy, flicking through it she could tell that Miss Drill had been writing in it. The words and details were very sweet but surely the baby's actual mother should be filling that in?

Moving to what had to be HB's, she tried to look through all five drawers. Again, there was underwear in the first drawer and to her surprise HB had quite the collection as well and in a variety of colours, not just black. She thought back to a comment she had heard her mother make about someone, "You can always tell a whore by their underwear drawer." This was obviously true. Who would have thought it?

Enid wasn't rational enough to realise the double standard in what she was thinking about her two married teachers. "Clearly pregnancy does make your boobs huge.", she thought as she looked at a rather large cupped bra that appeared to be in the 'everyday' side.

"Why is her potions apron in her underwear drawer? Weirdo."

There was nothing else of interest in the drawers, although the bottom one was locked. She had a quick look under the bed. There wasn't much under HB's side just her slippers and what looked like two yoga mats. Under Miss Drill's there were slippers and trainers, a computer, a suitcase and several boxes. She looked at the boxes seeing that they were dated. Looking at the earliest one she saw pictures of what was clearly a young Miss Drill with her family. She wanted to look some more but was running out of time so skipped through the others until she came to the more recent boxes.

"I can't believe that HB allows anyone to take her picture". Clearly she did. There were lots of pictures of the couple together along with pictures with Abby. Some others were with Miss Cackle and Miss Bat. There was a number of Miss Drill's father, none of her mother, maybe her parents were divorced as well? She was surprised to see a number of Miss Hardbroom with Jamie, they did look very friendly which further fuelled her theory that he was the baby's father. Had she cast a spell on him as well? Did she want both of them?

There was one other large box, this was a lot fancier as rather than cardboard it was made of glass and brass. She lifted it up carefully and looked the contents. There was an album along with several loose wedding photographs and a couple of scan images. She looked at what was clearly the more recent one. "Poor kid, born to a mother who's going to make your life a misery."

Enid looked at the wedding pictures again. It was hard to deny that HB was very pretty when she wasn't dressed so severely, it was just a pity it was all a charade, inside she was ugly. Why were the pictures all under the bed anyway? Most people would have had some on display.

Quickly checking the time, she realised that she needed to hurry if she was going to transport herself back. She had put things back as she went so she could get straight out. She was just about to put the box back when a loud hiss caused her to drop it on the ground.

"Shit!" She quickly realised it had been a cat, Miss Hardbroom's if she had to guess, who had come through the open window. She looked down to see that the box had bent badly but wasn't broken. "Shit shit shit.", she was panicking now and that evil cat was still hissing at her.

There was nothing she could do about the box but they wouldn't know it had been her. Quickly she picked up the pictures and dumped them as best she could back in the box before shoving it under the bed. Glaring at the cat, she quickly recited her spell again and found herself near the end of the running route. Once Mildred and Jadu passed she ran behind them making it look like she had been there all the time. She passed Miss Drill making sure she was seen. She couldn't have been in two places at once could she? Still, the snooping had been disappointing, she still hadn't found the proof she needed to show everyone that this marriage was ridiculous, in fact everything seemed to show that the opposite was the case.

However, she still hated HB and would find something on her. Miss Drill deserved lot better.

Meanwhile Davina had collected Abby while her mothers finished their working day. Once they arrived back to the school Abby went to their rooms to feed Morgana. Her Mama had told her when she moved in that there was a special spell on the door that meant only she, her parents or Amelia could open it. She didn't know that Constance had put a second spell on it that meant if she and Imogen were being intimate Abby wouldn't walk in and see something she shouldn't.

That afternoon she opened the door easily, finding Morgana near the bed. "Are you hungry?", she asked as she walked over to pet her feline friend.

The cat was clearly distressed and as Abby looked down she saw that the special box that her Mummy stored their wedding pictures in was damaged. She pulled it out a bit more and saw that it was totally bent. This was weird.

After she gently petted the agitated cat she laid out some food and went to find her parents. It didn't take long.

"Mummy, your wedding picture box is broken."

Imogen followed Abby into the room, sure enough finding that the box had been badly damaged. She certainly hadn't done it, in fact she had seen it that morning when she hadn't been able to resist looking at the scan image again. It had been fine then so clearly something had happened in the meantime.

"Honey, what happened. Did you drop it?"

Abby shook her head. "No, it was like that when I came in. Morgana showed me."

Her mother was a bit incredulous. She was irritated enough that the box had been damaged, It had been her own mother's and she only stored very special things in it. If her daughter was lying she would be really annoyed. "Abby, tell me the truth. Did you break it?"

Abby was starting to get upset now. She had only pointed out the damage, she hadn't caused it and now she was getting the blame. That wasn't fair.

Just as she started to cry Constance arrived back. "What's going on?" As she spoke she could tell that someone had been in their room, everything was a bit 'off' and there was a sense of magic that wasn't her own.

Abby was snivelling now. "Someone broke the box that your wedding pictures are in and Mummy is blaming me. I didn't do it." She buried her head in Constance's lap when she sat next to her.

Imogen sighed, she wasn't blaming Abby as such, just trying to find out what happened. She'd be even more annoyed if her wife just assumed that Abby was telling the truth without asking questions. "I'm not blaming you, I'm asking you a question."

The child was crying loudly at this stage, not used to being accused of something she hadn't done.

Constance looked up from the bed, "She didn't do it." Seeing Imogen was about to say something she held her hand up. "Darling, she didn't. Someone was in here."

"But how? You have a spell on the door. It was hardly Amelia."

Constance was irritated at herself, she should have put a spell on to stop being being able to transport in as well but she hadn't thought anyone would dare. "I don't know but we should check and see if anything is missing." She dropped a kiss on Abby's head. "We know you didn't do it."

Imogen felt awful. "Honey, I'm sorry."

Abby glared at her. She wasn't one bit happy with her Mummy right now. Knowing she had some making up to do Imogen decided to check the room first, then make things better.

They checked through their bedside tables. Her wife had been right, everything was just a bit off. Constance was mainly worried about her bottom drawer, she always kept it magically locked and luckily it didn't appear to have been opened. This was where she kept her magic mirror and her most important witching books and papers, including the conception spell, not that she would ever forget the words. Normally she kept their official documents in there as well but she had taken them out as Imogen was planning to copy them for their solicitor. Luckily those envelopes still appeared sealed.

She also kept more personal things here, the couple of pictures she had of her mother, including the only one she had of both of them together. These pictures had only ever been shown to Imogen and Abby as they were so precious to her. There were also some very private items that belonged to her and her wife and she would be livid if she thought that anyone had seen or touched them. It was bad enough that she believed someone had looked through their papers, books, clothes and underwear although she didn't think her books from Imogen had been moved. She had thought about locking them away but she looked at them so much it didn't seem worth it.

For a moment she considered destroying everything that had been touched, especially her lingerie. Then she thought about it. Why should she? There were items there with some very happy memories, the navy set she had worn the first time they made love, her white wedding day set and the slip she'd worn the night she thought the baby had been conceived. There were also other items that her wife had bought especially for her and she couldn't bear to part with any of them. If she did that the awful girl she had her suspicions about had won.

Someone had been there alright but nothing was missing. Deciding that they needed to get Amelia involved Imogen went to get her while Constance sat on the bed next to Abby who was still smarting from the unfair accusation. After a while she realised that her Mama was more upset than she was so she moved over to snuggle with her. That's how they were when Amelia arrived.

Wanting to avoid any danger of speculation getting back to the girls Constance turned to Abby and asked her kindly, "Dear, will you take Morgana outside where she can run around a bit. She's still a bit agitated. Let's not tell anyone outside our room about this okay? There is nothing for you to worry about, we'll sort it out."

Abby agreed and picked the cat up, stroking her carefully and bringing her to the front of the school.

Knowing there was no point in asking if they were sure Amelia only had one question. "Do you think it was one of the girls?"

Constance had been thinking just that, there was nobody else. "I do."

Imogen agreed, it had to have been.

"Do you have any names in mind?", the principal asked as she sat down.

There was only one but Constance was loath to say it. "The only girl I can think of who would have the nerve and the possible motive to do it is Enid Nightshade."

Imogen sat down next to her, holding her hand, "I would agree except she was with me, well her class running."

This was a dilemma, she couldn't have been in two places at once although she may have had the opportunity to leave. It was a possibility, they had been gone for quite a while and Imogen could only say she had definitely seen her at the beginning and the end of the route. The difficulty would be proving it. Although there was a sense of magic in the room none of the girls had a fully developed magical signature just yet so it was impossible to identify the owner.

"What do we do?"

Amelia spoke, "Abby mentioned something to me, I should have told you. Apparently she had asked her a few questions, about you and your relationship. Abby told her off. I put it down to a typical student being a bit curious about her teachers but I'm thinking now that it was more."

It seemed they had all been holding a couple of things back but it all came down to proof. Without catching Enid out it was looks some comments and theories, nothing very solid. Amelia would still talk to her but really they would have to bide their time. They could have addressed the issues in a number of more aggressive ways however Constance did not want the students to know and start speculating about why someone had been in their room, that would just make it worse.

Abby returned with a slightly calmer cat but was still very annoyed herself. Speaking directly to Constance she shared what happened on their short walk, "Morgana saw that silly girl Enid and started hissing at her. She looked really scared."

It was further proof but they couldn't rely on a cat, even Morgana, to give evidence.

After a while Amelia left the family alone, offering to take Imogen's dinner supervision which she gratefully agreed to. As soon as she had left Constance cast two spells on the room. One to clean it throughly and one to stop anyone transporting in. She also cast a third spell to repair the box, knowing how much it meant to her love. Right now was exhausted and disgusted by the fact that someone had been in their private space. Though she now had a lot more in the way of possessions than she used to, she was still very particular about her things and hated the thought of someone outside her family touching them.

There was another issue as well. "Honey, I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

Abby sniffed, she was still pretty hurt.

Imogen moved closer to her, touching her arm gently. "I was upset. That box was my mother's and its very important to me. I knew you wouldn't ever have damaged it deliberately and I know that I accused you unfairly. Please forgive me."

Abby looked at her Mama who nodded to her. She knew Mummy was sorry and so she decided to forgive her, opening her arms up for a hug and accepting a kiss, "It's alright. I know you were upset."

Glad that one problem had been resolved Constance joined them on the bed, stroking her active bump to give reassurance. "It's okay little one."

Nobody really wanted much to eat so they just stayed in the room and had tea and toast. Afterwards they brought Abby up to bed and kissed her goodnight, wanting to make sure she was okay. Morgana decided to stay with her which her parents were happy about. As soon as they got back to their own room Constance showered, she felt dirty and needed to feel the warm water washing the day away.

Imogen joined her, wrapping her arms carefully around the bump and whispering, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Constance had finally mentioned the looks that evening. "I didn't know what to say. It sounded like nothing. It still could be nothing, she's a teenager, I'm a grown woman. I wanted to ignore it as much as I could."

Considering she hadn't shared everything either, Imogen understood. "I know baby. We just need to keep more of an eye on her. The more I think about it, the more she could have gotten away while we were running. I should have checked more thoroughly."

They could have both blamed themselves but neither was at fault, all they had wanted to do was protect each other.

Constance kissed her wife. "Can we stop talking about it? Just for tonight. We'll revisit it tomorrow Darling but for now I'm very tired and I want to go to bed with you, feel your arms around me and our baby and go to sleep. Please?"

That was exactly what they did with Imogen staying awake while her wife fell asleep quickly. Constance was in her third trimester now and the evening had been emotionally draining, it was no wonder she was tired. As she held the bump Imogen could feel the baby moving a bit under her hands before she too seemed to settle down to sleep.

The only good thing was that their concerns were out in the open now and they'd all be keeping an eye on Enid. That girl clearly had issues and while normally Imogen would be concerned about a student with problems, she was far more concerned about her pregnant wife. No kid was going to mess with what they had.

While her teachers were curled up in bed together, Enid lay in her own bed staring at the ceiling. Miss Cackle had asked her some awkward questions that evening, how had she found the running route and had she been back at the school for any reason. Though she hadn't directly asked if she had been in her teachers' room, she guessed that's what she had been hinting at. There was no proof though and if she'd been accused she would have been on to her mother straight away, she wouldn't be long stepping in. She had lied through her teeth and thought the old witch had believed her. Regardless she figured that she have to take a different approach to her plan, she needed to hold back slightly. That cat had freaked her out a bit as well if she was honest, if she didn't know better she would have thought Morgana was part human the way she had acted.

As midnight rolled around the teenager continued to stew. Since Miss Hardbroom had done whatever she did to get Miss Drill to fall for her Enid's life had taken a turn for the worse. She had lost her friends, even Mildred was cool with her. Once she came up with a new plan she'd feel better. What she had seen in their bedroom made it look like Miss Drill and Miss Hardbroom were very happy together, but that couldn't be the case.

Could it?