"It's not a cold, it's the flu." Constance scolded leaning her elbows on the matress, as Miss Drill made herself more comfortable . "And as for cross country in the rain-"

"Boo, it wasn't supposed to be cloudy alone let alone stormy ." Imogen snapped, pulling the duvet up in an attempt to keep the chill from her neck and ears, knowing she was in for a lecture. She was right.

"That's not the point." Constance reprimanded. Again. "You were already coming down with the flu- don't look at me like that Imogen you know you where- and yet you still took a few silly paraceatmol and then the remaining girls out for an outdoor survial lesson. You came back dripping wet then went strait from the staffroom to your next lesson, even though you let the girls get changed and rearranged your next lesson to be indoors. "

"Alright alright don't remind me. You just keep up with nagging and taking the moral highroad know it all mickey, Hardbroom. karma will come and-" Imogen statred, sitting up and paused to sneeze.

"bless you."

"thank you. But you just keep taking the mickey Hardbroom, karma will come and knock you off your broomstick."

"Karma can try but I can assure you, it sharen't suceed." Constance smirked giving Imogen's pink nose a playful little tap earning her that little scowl. She still wasn't quite sure what it was about the non-witch that would occasionally made her act in little spontaious bursts so diverly from the image she'd moulded her self into over her lifetime. Even when Imogen was being dramatic, screwing her eyes tight shut and crashishing back on the bed in a huff. "I've earned far to many brownie points but-" Constance said leaning over to tuck her back in to bed, "Unlike you I know There's a diffrence admirably soldiering on and just being a fool on the edge of collapse."

"I don't believe that at all, Miss Cackle has to bully you into taking days off."

"That's different-"

"Of corse it is-" the blonde sniffeld.

"What I mean is, if you'd not insisted on trying to ignore it and carry on in sopping wet clothes then you wouldn't have made matters worse for yourself -"

"you weren't complaining at the time," Miss Drill muttered, loud enough to be heard and for the potions teacher to decline comment on wet tshirts. She opened her eyes stiffly.

"…how are they?"

"I assume you mean the students." Imogen nodded and made to sit up again. Constance rolled her eyes but helped her up. Rather unnecessary really but so was leaving her hang stroking the back of Imogen's neck and she still did that.

"The girls will survive. No vast improvement as of yet but the some of the third years almost fully recovered. They just have aches pains and headaches rather than a full blown virus. But seems to be the rest of staff who are taking their time getting better-"

"I didn't bloody choose to get sick!"

"I know you didn't. And that wasn't a dig at you, I did say rest of staff. quite clearly. Mr Blossom's come down with it too."

"I was helping out until you bullied me back to bed- oh, right. Really? I'm sure they don't mean too. Poor Frank."

"Hmm Miss Cackle and Mr Blossom seem to be taking full advantage of bed rest and Mrs Tapioca's is hardly helping."

"Must be your brilliant bedside manner." This could have been an innocent offhand coment but Constance caught the flicked flirty look in her girlfriend's eyes. "stop me feeling awful and I'll happyly be able to help you out, Nurse."

"Not in that way, for goodness sake Miss Drill! Must you start playing around with unessary and poor excuses for inuendos now?"

Imogen huffed and shifted out of the witches reach pulling the blankets up and over her head. "Imogen- Don't be difficult, my dear."

A rude salute was the only response she got before Imogen returned to turtle mode.

"That's not only rude but childish too." Constance sighed with a roll of her eyes, getting up and Sitting back down next to ball on the bed. "Imogen come out from there I didn't mean to snap. well not so loud at any rate." the duvet turtle hesitated then shuffed closer. "I'm not going to hold a convosation with your bedlinen."

The witch tried to push her back and Imogen complied rolling over back onto her back, her little blonde spikes emergered from the blankets now wrapped around her sleeping bag style.

"Fiiiine I'm moving. Guess it wasn't needed." She muffled curling around the witch pulling herself out a little futher. "if it wasn't needed what are you grinning then?"

"You, obvisiouly." She chuckled stroking the blonde hair. "you're in a tangle with your sheets you look a sausage roll... or a caterpilliar."

"Great." Imogen scowled, shiftingon to her sidewriggling one arm free with a jab. "As if I didn't feel bad enough I'm now being compared to a Greggs' pastrie."

"Or a catterpiller." The witch reiterated. "A rather pretty caterpilliar i might add."

"Oh Cons- bug off!" Imogen sniffed with a smile, one that Constance was glad to see and returned it, finding a sparkle in those sleepy green eyes if only for a moment. Taking one of Drill's hand in hers again She let her other continue move over the yellow hair making her movements more gentle; stroking walm cheeks, the soft skin up and down her toned arm and back, thinking how she could happily drown in those damn eyes…