Imogen's heart was pounding in her chest as she cowered under the intensity of the witches stare. Constance was more beautiful now that she'd ever remembered, her dark eyes and porcelain skin shimmered in the moonlight and her long dark hair fell perfectly across her shoulders and down towards her chest. Imogen merely stammered as she tried avert her gaze from Constance's…assets. "Imogen?" The witch spoke again, her voice more concerned than before "What's wrong?"
"N-Nothing Miss Hardbroom." Imogen stammered shaking her head "I was just…admiring the beauty…" tilting her head towards the sky in an attempt to hide her real thoughts.
"Yes, I'm rather partial to the night sky myself. But really Miss Drill, you'll catch your death out here"
Imogen looked down to her soaked running clothes, Constance was right, but leaving now would end this perfect moment and she'd endure hypothermia just to keep it going. Before Imogen could decide on her next move she felt warm fabric envelope her and a slender arm creep around her waist. Constance had drawn her into her cloak, pulling her close to keep her warm, the intensity of the situation was almost too much for Imogen to bear. She shuddered as Constance's hand once again made contact with her bare shoulder, walking towards the main entrance she kept her gaze to the ground and hoped to God that the witch could not see her blushing.