Constance saw it coming thankfully and vanished, reappearing behind Imogen. It was so violent a sneeze that it nearly knocked her girlfriend off her feet and if Constance hadn't haphazardly caught her around the waist then Imogen may well bumped her head on stone door frame.
But no harm was done and Constance steered back to bed and sat her on the mattress, pushing the box of tissues into her hands. Imogen complied with out resistance, suddenly weak as a first year's kitten. Constance felt her forehead almost automatically then ordered the non witch to turn about and sat behind her on the bed. She pressed an ear to Imogen's back listened to her breath. It didn't sound too bad but it was hard to tell if there was any improvement there either. Mostly because Imogen was shivering, even with a blanket now pulled over her lap.
"Poor dearest." She grumbled against the shoulder blades with a cross little kiss, and suddenly Imogen's crop top, bra and legging fell away.
"Oh!" Instead much to the gym mistress' surprise Imogen was dressed in another set of thick warm jimjams and thick socks.
"There. Told you you'd get cold. Don't do that again." Constance huffed picking up the cloths and carelessly tossed them across the room where they landed neatly folded on the chair. It seemed odd to use spells to clothe Imogen for a change rather then just undress her.
"I won't HB I promise." Imogen mumbled as she mopped and blew her stuffy nose. "Thank you."
"Miss Drill!" Constance snapped in both angry and shock snapped, standing to her full impervious height. "I won't stand sort of language! I'm only trying to help and your being ill is no excuse."
"What but I didn't-?" Imogen blinked then frowned, "Honey I said thank you! Thank you. T, h a-CHOO! N. K. "
"Bless you." Constance said. "Oh you meant 'thank you'?"
"That's what I said! For f- ACHOOO!- Sake!"
"It certainly didn't sound like it." Constance sniffed.
"Get your hearing checked then." Imogen sniffed back.
"Hardly my fault if you sound so bunged up it's nigh impossible to understand a word you're saying."
"Alright alright!" Imogen groaned. "Point taken. You don't have to be so rude about it."
"Kindly don't get so defensive with me, dear."
"Don't be such a hypocrite!" Imogen started but her voice cracked and it turned in to a coughing fit into her fist. Constance rubbed her back in an attempt to help, and continued to do so as Imogen got he breath back. And then allowed the non witch to lean it to the touch
"Enough of this." the blonde huffed. She clambered across the mattress to her bedside table and rummaging in the draw dug out the 'normal' world's pill shaped attempt at stopping a cold and flu in its tracks.
"Ah, don't even try it." Constance said, snatching the blister packet from Imogen before she could push out a capsule . "You'll take no such thing."
"Why the hell not?" Imogen whined. She tried to steal it back only for it to vanish from her finger tips, Constance making it into nothing. Imogen threw her hands up in annoyance and sulked. But Constance was quick to sooth her before the blonde got too much like a cranky crocus again.
"Imogen I mean it. It won't help or make much difference." she said softly, moving behind her again and slipping her arms around the younger woman's waist. "I'm surprised you've not already built up an immunity too them, you take them too often."
Indeed there'd only been a couple left in the packet.
"That's because it's freezing in this castle." Imogen huffed, snuggling back into the touch and leeching off her body heat. She tipped her head back to look up at, well, frown up at the witch. "What am I supposed to do then?"
Constance nodded to the remedy and Imogen finally noticed the bottle by her bedside that the witch had left earlier.
Boom second update in as many days. And it's the last till after new year so Happy whatever you're Celebrating everyone and thanks for reading this far
EDIT: For some reason the page was nothing but span, should hopefully have sorted it by now.