Well done to those who called it.

"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…

Horror that slowly turned to confusion. Amongst which Frank nearly went blue in the face from oxygen deprivation (- he'd never been that good at holding his breath.)

"...Isn't something supposed to happen then?" Imogen asked.

"Yes. Instantly." Constance blinked, then addressed the group. "but I don't feel any different."

"You two certainly aren't acting like you've been dosed with love potion." Amelia said, relieved. "Are you sure it's Montmorency ?"

"Positive. However I'd rather NOT test it on anyone to make sure."

"Aye or maybe the sauce has diluted it? Or made it go off?" Frank suggested.

Constance looked as if she would very much like to shoot down his ideas for suggesting a tomato could do that to a potion but he was allowed to live and carry on suggesting suggestions. "maybe its a trick? maybe the girls only put the bottle in the kitchen to make you think you're in love with each other against your will. maybe it's not love potion or if it is theres noting actually in the food."

That seemed plausible, and more a Cackle's girl style. However a quick spell with shaking hands confirmed it was love potion. Defiantly Montmorency. Worse the same spell confirmed it was in food (but not in the tea thankfully). In very large quantities. And even a non witch like Imogen knew how bad that was.

"I don't understand." Constance said more to herself as the pink of the indicator spell faded, yet vocing what everyone was thinking. She got up and moved around the table Imogen who this time obediently stood up and kept still without command, as Constance held her by her shoulders and reexamined Imogen more carefull this time. "You don't look to have any symtoms. And you feel normal?"

"As normal as one can be around here. What about you?" Imogen shrugged. Constance ignored the question too busy scrutinising every inch of imogen's face, using two gentle fingers hold the smaller woman's her chin up. "Actually what even are the symptoms?"

"Oh, pretty much whats in Shakespeare and bad fiction about love at first sight and potions affecting the heart." Davina shrugged with an air of been there done that. "The first person you see is suddenly your one true love that you'd do anything for, with lots of delorations, passion and ravaging. So if the first person you saw after eating Montmorency was each other, then reason stands you should be all over each like teenage rabbits."

Everyone (partially the younger teachers) cringed both embarrassed and nautious at hearing that from Davina Bat.

"But they aren't. You both look the same as you ever do." Amelia commented as Imogen ducked out of Constance's hold much to the witch's annoyance. "Although you are being civil to each other; should i be worried?"

"No." Constance said in the same tone she'd said i'm not hungry in earlier. It still didn't do her much good.

"Miss Hardbroom, are you sure you're alright?" Imogen pushed, "You don't feel any different? at all?"

"Yes. No, I feel no different at all."

"How can you act so calm about this?!"

"Clearly one of us has too!" Constance snapped. "Don't be ridiculous, Miss Drill, you're perfectly Fine. We both are."

"How can you be certain? Last time there was a potion spiking you literally hit the roof!"

With that the pair went back to bickering as per normal. The remained of staff shared a look, the "worse then an old married couple" look.

"I'm set be going back to the kitchens," Ms Tapioca sighed piling up the plates again "I'll whip upa something to replace this avvelenato non buona pasta."

"That would be lovely Maria thank you." Amelia sighed. "Speaking of which, Miss Hardbroom-" The argument paused mid slander. Good thing too as they were almost toe to toe with spite again. "We nned to get to the bottom of this but could you brew an antidote please? "

"Is it really necessary if she'd so certain we're fine?" Imogen bristled.

"Best be on the safe side, Miss Drill we may need it later. " Amelia said. "just incase it's gotten anywhere else. Like the girls suppers."

"Why woul-?...OH! Petrified Pumpkins!"

"Exactly Frank."

"Very well, headmistress. You'd better come with me anyway Miss Drill and have a dose. 'Best be on the safe side.' " Constance clipped and turned on her heel expecting Imogen to fall into step behind her.

Not expecting Miss Bat to do so as well.

"I don't think it will work." Davina said what would be in a sing-song voice if wasn't more chant-chant. Both stopped in their tracks. Well Constance stopped in her tracks. Imogen stopped in Constance's to narrowly avoid crashing into her and ended up caught between the two.

"ExCuse me?" the taller witch said,turning about and glaring at the batty woman over the PE teachers head. "Are you of all people questioning my ability as Potions teacher?"

"No. Well, not really. But I thought you of all people would know better. It isn't going to work is it?" Davina smiled with a look of someone who'd straight away worked out the entire plot of a will they won't they rom-com saga. Imogen looked as confused as everyone else.

"Do you know what she's going on about-?" Imogen asked HB, then suddenly concerned, "Miss Hardbroom? Are you alright? You've gone very pale- well paler..."

"The Antidote. I don't think it'll work. On you two." Davina said stressing each word sighed, as if Constance was being extremely thick; not noticing that all the colour had drained from the potions mistresses face. "Oh honestly. You two. It's common knowledge after all-"

"C-Common knowledge?!" Miss Hardbroom scorned. "Don't be so perpostioious!" realising everyone was looking at her she added defensively, "it's just an old wives tale. A stupid one at that!"

Amelia rested her head in her palm and inwardly groaned.

"It is not!" Davina argued.

"It is too!"

"Wha' is?" Frank asked over the top of stacked plates.

"It's not!"

"Is too!"

"Cos'é?"

"Not!"

"Is!"

"What is or what is not?!" Imogen asked getting really irritated at both the arguing and being stuck in the middle. Enough to even jab them both in the chest for attention.

"Nothing Miss Drill!" Constance hissed. "It's a just a silly silly superstition that-"

"It's not, Imogen she's telling fibs!" Davina hissed back. "Everyone knows that-!"

"That a love potion-" Amelia finished, having cottoned on to what Davina had been implying. "Montmorency in particular,"

"Miss Cackle, Really! I must protest-!" Constance said. She could have said she was going to Atlantis for all the good it did her.

"Doesn't have any affect on you if the first person you see…" Miss Cackle continued.

"Is a person you are already have in love with."