Imogen walked slowly up the antique oak staircase, thoughts racing through her head. Constance had kissed her right? It all felt like a dream, too perfect to be real. Pausing at the top of the staircase she contemplated turning right, towards Constance's room, knocking on her door and demanding an answer. Her heart ached as her feet took her left, to the solitude of her own bedroom and her own mind.
Constance had materialised in her room, in shock at the evenings events. She couldn't deny it, the feeling of kissing Imogen had been electric. The mere touch of her skin had sent every fibre of her being on fire. But she wasn't gay, was she? Clutching her sides she battled with her conflicting emotions, fighting back the urge to leave the safety of her room and scour the castle for the non-witch. Sitting down on the edge of her four poster bed her head fell forward into her hands, tears flowing from her eyes. She was so confused. Constance had endured a strict upbringing, under the watchful gaze of her mentor Heckitty Broomhead, she knew behaviour such as this would be considered immoral. But, did she care? She'd never been one for pursuing hedonism, but with Imogen it had felt more. Could she be in love with Imogen Drill?
Imogen changed into her oversized T-shirt, holding back tears and trying to think of anything but Constance Hardbroom. Running her hands through her hair she flopped down onto her bed, staring at the wood work on the ceiling. She was moments from sleep when a tapping on the window caught her attention. Could it be…? Jumping from her bed she practically ran towards the window, only to be greeted by a very damp and distressed looking cat. "I swear there isn't an inch in this school that isn't colonised with cats" she grumbled as the opened the window and took the feline in her arms. The cat nuzzled into her neck, purring gently. "You're quite pathetic. You know that?" Imogen chuckled as she dried it off with her dressing gown. "Now. Which witch do you belong to huh?" she asked softly as, sitting on the floor scratching her new companion behind the ears and closing her eyes and thinking this cat must have known how lonely she'd been feeling. A knock on the door made her eyes snap open, sighing she stood up wondering which student had had a nightmare or seen a rat. She opened the door and gazed up into the same brown eyes she'd nearly drowned in earlier.
"I believe you have my cat."