So this went from a one shot to a two shot to however many more currently four shot...but it's not long enough for me to make it it's own story. So more helpings of pasta with possibly a break in the middle while i tweak the obvious ending. Also UGH is due an update some time next week but don't hold me to that.

"I didn't." Amelia said quietly. They all looked in horror from Constance to Imogen and the plates in front of them. Both with forks in their hands. both stared at each other, visibly blanched and audibly gulped...

Then of corse pandemonium broke out. The table was shaken and crockery spilt as everyone scrambled to their feet; Constance and Imogen wiping and scrubbing at their mouths with napkins as if it would do any good. Although it was much more useful then shouting in the staffroom.

"What's wrong with the food?"

"Miss Hardabroom actually ate it too?!"

"Oh don't start, not now!"

"We came fast as we could!"

"What's wrong with the pasta?"

"We only just found the bottle!"

And more yelling to that effect from six separate individuals; including one who had a tendency to revert to Italian when stressed. Amongst the chaos also, or rather adding to it Constance vanished- a rarity in the staffroom- and reappeared next to the non witch, pulling a shocked Imogen up by the collar searching her face for any sign of illness.

"Look at me-! Do you feel ill at all? Can you see clearly?"

"Have we been poisoned?!" Imogen gasped trying to wriggle out of the potions mistress grip. "No I don't Constance let go-! Are you alright? What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, Don't so dramatic Miss Drill!" Constance snapped before turning on Tapioca (not having let Imogen loose). "Have we been? What was in it?"

"Che ne so, you'ra the potions teacher!"

"Just spit it out!" Davina flapped shaking the pair like rag dolls. "Throw it up!"

And again, more yelling to that effect.

"I THINK-!" Amelia finally intervened, projecting her voice as she would in assembly; not shouting but defiantly making sure those at the back were paying attention. It certainly made her staff freeze "That we should sit down and sort this out. Calmly. There might be no reason to panic."

"Well neither of us have dropped dead yet at least." Imogen deadpanned. "It can't be all that bad."

Constance dropped her on the floor.

"Now you three," Amelia said trying to remain the voice of reason and not to worry about the two teachers as every one took a place around the table (and ignored got the deliberate hard nudge Miss Hardbroom's chair got after Imogen scrambled back to her feet.) "What is going on? What's so wrong with the sauce you all dashed in as if the castle was on fire?"

There was a lot of talking over one another but general gist was trouble. Both HB and Drill looked worse with every word.

"We think some one's put something in your dinners that ort not be in there. And I don't just mean chilli sauce." Frank said gravely. "I was clearing up the kitchens and found this bottle-"

"It's not mine. But its strong magic I know that much and Franko fond it where the girls were." Maria agreed. "Then Missa Bat came in an we realised we had to stop dinner quick."

"I couldn't see what it was down stairs its to dark." Davina squeaked, "But it's powerful, Mrs Tee is right you can feel the magic coming off it in waves."

"Well, alright. That is worrying. but there's no proof what ever it is actually in the Spaghetti Bolenase." Amelia frowned hoping to be reasuring despite the stress.

"At least it wasn't in the salad this time." Davina reasoned. Her positive think didn't stop a salad leaf flicking her in the face.

"So much for not throwing food around." Amelia thought letting another round of bickering flare up and settle down. "Or potion lacing. honestly how are the girls able to keep doing that."

"Maria, where's this bottle now?"

Mrs Tapioca fished said item out and popped it on the table. It was small clear plastic fizzy drinks bottle, but with a fat cork bunged in it's neck and the labels clawed off. It was also almost empty, save for the last remainder of dark Swirling liquid, shook up from being in an apron pocket. When Amelia held it up it glittered red and purple in the sun light.

And on seeing it, Constance on seeing let out a strangled gasp. That in itself scared every one.

"What it is HB?" Amelia said sharply. "Do you know what it is?"

"Yes. I hope I'm very very wrong headmistress," she hissed, still staring at the bottle. "But that looks surpisously like Montmorency."

Amelia gasped dropping the bottle. Davina shrieked and edged toward her cupboard.

"Oh my!"

"Oh no!"

"Right. Of corse it is." Imogen scowled. "and In english for the non-witches that would mean what-?"

"It means it's a ruddy cheap strong LOVE Potion, Miss Drill!"

Maria gasped dropping the plates and Frank shrieked, making everyone jump but other then that there was silence. bar the clock tock tick. everyone held their breath, all eyes were on Miss Hardbroom and Miss Drill and the bottle.

"Oh hell." Miss Drill whispered.

"Indeed." Miss Hardbroom said back.

"So you mean to tell me," Amelia said slowly, her voice wavering, "that you two've been quite possibly poisoned-? With a love potion? At the same time."

Constance nodded mutely. Her big brown eyes swivelled from the bottle on the floor to met Imogen's green ones and they stared at each other in quiet horror...