Just as begrudgingly as Imogen had been forced back to bed, Constance was forced to carry on with her duties. but she promised to be back soon left the non witch bundled up in blankets up in bed to rest. What had supposed to be perhaps twenty minutes tops, somehow very quickly almost two hours. What with books to collect, letters to address, dinner for the well and soup for the sick to organise, , telephone calls to the guild and Mr Hallow to despise , break time to over see, detentions to set and students to tell off, time flew faster the a rocket powered broomstick and once again, every time Constance wanted to be with and tend to Imogen, something came up and the deputy headmistress was forced to put her duties, job and pupils first.
After all she might dislike Mildred Hubble but the girl's migraine had been so painful and Constance wasn't so heartless to leave her too it or let her cry herself to sleep by herself.
It was only later when tending to the other nearly done cauldrons of optional cures Constance suddenly remembered she'd left the bottle for Imogen but not given her the medicine! At least it gave her a valid excuse to revisit her mistress. well it would when the potions were done, but constance finished up as fast as she efficiently could, cursing her own stupidity; although not as much as she would be cursing Imogen when she reappeared in the non witches room with a fresh cup of tea.
"What are you doing out of bed?"
Imogen almost fall back over onto her yoga mat in shock, a guilty busted look on her face. "I was only stretching."
"Really? You're supposed to be resting!" Constance shrilled, "Not tying your self in knots."
"I was stiff. And exercise is good." Imogen bristled scrambling to her feet and trying to look defiant. It didn't quite work as well every limb joint a popped and her back clicked in several places.
"Not when it's why you're poorly in the fist place!"
"I was bored!" Imogen complained. Constance ignored her, setting the tea down, and eyed the even more of a mess room and Imogen critically. The non-witch had changed clean clothes would have been good except she'd changed into a crop top and jogging bottoms that only came past her knees with nothing on her feet. "And before you start, I was too hot! I was sweltering under those blankets."
"Because you have a fever. You'll get cold. Again." The witch complained. "Did you eat? Have you had enough to drink and have plenty of tissues?"
"Yes! And no I won't. Will you stop fussing?" Imogen huffed and breezed past the witch picking up her trainers. "I going for a walk."
"Imogen, you are not going out." Constance stated in exasperation and folded her arms. "Get back to bed."
"Make me. And I wasn't going out-out, I just want some fresh air-!" Imogen started but stopped when the door snapped shut on its own accord in her face. She tried the lock but it wouldn't budge. Resigned to a groan she rested her forehead on it before turning back to the witch."That, was unfair."
"And yet quite necessary." Constance sighed with a pointed look.
"Constance, I can't stay cooped up in here and not do anything all day. you know I can't."
"You can go out later." Constance said trying to sound firm but Imogen's pleading look made it very hard to be. "When you are rested, fit and well again."
"But-!" For the countless time that day Imogen couldn't argue with her mistress, because a fit of sneezing took hold.