Twenty seven down and one to go. With the last bottle of potion for a gym loving lover, Constance thought smirking at her own little joke, hoping the other two members of staff wouldn't fall ill quite just yet if only so it meant she wasn't cooking on top of her other dutyies as well. Constance picked up the singular full vile off the tray and gazed at it, double checking its color and consistency out of habit rather then need.
And yet every time she made to check on Imogen, something else came up. Gloria Newt for example rushing down the hall to inform her Harriet had thrown up or an explosion from the library that sounded suspiciously like the remaining first years getting into bother.
(They had and now had five hundred lines a piece of "Miss Hardbroom doesn't care who did it, under no circumstances I must not lock my self and my classmates in storerooms" a piece and a bill for Sybil's father to cover the cost of repairing the double doors and a book case would be on it's way tomorrow morning.)
Now with the small bottles cool glass against her fingers Constance was finally satisfied she'd done all she could making sure the students were they all were and on the way to recovery slash half convinced she'd done enough and the school was still going to rack and ruinanyway and thought she could have just a minate to herself. That wasn't that indulgent or introvertly unsocial was it?
She compromised, and for thirty whole seconds half forced herself to take deep breaths think calm happy thoughts; as the PE teacher and Miss Cackle had bullied her into taking on board, one of the few things she found actully worked but wasn't going to tell them about her faverote book, crisp fresh snow, Imogen's cheeky grin, the first herb picking of the term, Orcid root, those beautiful green eyes, Morgana by the fireside, how Imogen's hair had accdently turned a pale pink after the bubble gum incident, that time Mildred Hubble got an A on a potions test, the recipe, her and imogen's second kiss, a good cup of tea...
That would do. Time to go see how the fair poor fairly poorly Imogen was fairing. Constance felt a little guilty of not having seen her yet but if she'd seen her first she wouldn't have had the heart to leave her. Of corse the girls came first anyway but if they needed her now after this they could jolly well wait their turn for a change.
Had anyone been watching, they would have seen their teacher push herself of the wall she'd been leaning on and with wave of hand see the empty bottles on the tray suddenly replaced with a cup of tea on a saucer, place the potion bottle down along side it before HB vanished, reappering at Imogen drill's quarters where the door had been left ajar. Of corse no one did see as Constance always double-double checked she wasn't being followed.