Hi everybody! All the beautiful new ff posted on this site have make me wish to write something too... I haven't much hope regarding my writing... =( since I hadn't the chance to write or speak in English in what feels like ages... (god I feel really RUSTY!) so... please don't hex me if my ff sucks... ok, enough, i know... here it is a little new chapter =)

Chapter 2

It was the first day of a new year at Cackle Academy.

From one of the window of the old castel a woman with grey hair could be seen looking out with a thoughtful expression on her face.

The sky above the school was sunny and clear, but the Headmistress knew that it soon would be filled by young witches flying on broomsticks.

A little smile graced her features for a moment; although many years had passed since her first term as Headmistress, the excitement for the start of a new "school adventure", as she liked to call the new year, was still there, untouched by time.

She hadn't had any children, but she liked to think to have all the same experienced the joys and the pains of motherwood, because she felt as if every young witch who had crossed the threshold of the castle, had been a little hers. At that her thoughts went to her Deputy, the tall, strict, irreproachable witch who had become so dear to her to be like the daughter she never had.

Even if Constance had always tried to maintain a certain distance from all her colleagues (she included) Amelia could not help but start to care for that so mysterious and reserved witch. She could still recall perfectly the first time that she had seen Constance: pail white skin, long hair tied back in a perfect bun, immaculate dress and incredible references, in short, not a very different witch from the one she was now.

The only difference were in her big brown eyes: back then, they were deep and full of something that Amelia had not been able to place: sadness? Sorrow? Pain? The three of them? she hadn't know. But despite her great professionalism and dignified manner ther was that sombre air about her that had made Amelia wish she could just hug that thin frame in front of her. Of course as she had learned in the years in which she and Constance had been working together, her Deputy wasn't the kind of woman who would have allowed "such inappropriate display of pointless feelings ".

In the last years, even if some of those emotions which had seemed to trouble her had been still present, a sort of peace had seemed to linger on the brunette, helping and conforting her; the Headmistress thought that Constance had finally found her quite haven (if a all-witches school could be ever called quite!).

In the last days though, since the last staff meeting in which she had to annunce they would be having a Sex Education course, her deputy had seemed (after having finished a long fiery monologue of dissent about the news, all emitted as usually in a impossible unique breath) incredibly on edge, snappier and strict than ever, troubled as if Amelia as just annunced another upcoming inspection...

Imogene and Davina had taken the new quite... well... the first not so disturbed by something she said perfectly common in all non-magical schools, and the second... Amelia preferred not to think of Miss Bat's reaction as much as she didn't like to think of the angry dragon-like expression her Deputy's face had assumed as soon as the word "sex" has left her lips...

Yes, of a thing Amelia was sure: Costance Hardbroom had not taken well the news.

And she had yet to find she was the one who would have to help with the course.

Review to let me know if this is uttery crap or if I should keep writing? Next chapter should be Davina's, Imogene's and Costance's reactions... three different POVs... =)

Choco*