(A/N)- Thanks for the reviews! :) Here's the next, chapter 3 should be up tomorrow night.
- Chapter 2 -
"Imogen!" Constance cried out in anxious worry, "You never signed in! How long have you been in here?"
"Not long enough," she muttered under her breath as she lifted her head from her folded arms.
"And sit up straight! What have I told you?"
"Yes, mum."
She was suddenly met by those brown orbs looking incredulously at her.
"Don't sass me, Imogen. You don't know what that woman is capable of ..."
Imogen felt the urge to ask teetering on the tip of her tongue, but the answer seemed to present itself as Constance handed her the sign-in book and the black silk on her arm unintentionally rose up to reveal tiny red lines in her porcelain skin.
Imogen paled at the sight, nearly dropping the book, but Constance had already turned to leave.
"Don't forget to sign out either," she warned, turning in her steps just enough to give her the slightest glare.
"Constance, let me see your arm," Imogen found herself saying in a breath before she could stop herself.
The witch came to a halt, her hand on the doorknob. Her lower lip trembled ever so slightly, and she looked back at the non-witch with feigned indifference.
"Pardon?"
"Your arm," she repeated, rising from her seat to approach the older woman, who flinched away slightly even though the other woman wasn't even within arm's reach yet.
"Leave it," was all she could manage.
"Just let me see," she persisted, fingertips brushing the fabric before she whipped away at her touch.
"Leave it," Constance repeated, eyes wide, and she lowered her voice, "She'll notice."
Imogen was outraged, "She did this?" she asked, and Constance immediately shushed her.
"It's not as bad as you think," she reasoned, jumping away just as the non-witch had caught her off guard long enough to get a slightly better look at her injuries.
"You're bleeding, Constance!" she gasped, not believing what she was seeing.
"It's magick," she explained quietly, gripping her wrist to compress the wound, "I'll be fine."
"Let me dress it, at least."
"You can't. She'll notice." Constance dismissed, "Just don't tell anyone. Please."
She'd never seen the witch's eyes like that before, so big and brown and full of worry.
Imogen sighed heavily, shaking her head slightly in disbelief, "We can't go on like this."
She moved past the witch to sign out, and just as she finished writing her name the woman disappeared from the room, and with it her name appeared on the sheet along with the current time.