"You've come prepared." Imogen stated, but with her nose it was hard to tell if it was in sarcasm or surprise.
"Naturally. I wasn't about to let you or the others suffer when there's a perfectly good potion to be used as an aid what ever ails. And unlike non-which remedies that are just sold to sell other products, I know that it works first time." Constance said smugly. "Ask the second years if you don't believe me."
"That was there before wasn't it?" Imogen frowned. "It hasn't just appeared by magic has it?"
"It was. it slipped my mind earlier to give it you." the witch admitted.
"Oh good I've not gone completely mad yet. Your magic I can understand but if things start turning up at their own accord-" Imogen's eyes narrowed and Constance found herself on the receiving end of a green glower. "wait- how do you know I'll take it?"
"Force it down your throat?" She replied. Imogen jumped, twisting around in the witches arms to complain at her properly but Constance reassured her with a laugh. "No, I'm teasing my darling. Sorely tempting as that is I'm not that horrible." Imogen still looked a little sceptical, even as Constance rubbed her pyjama clad upper arms. "Honest. I want you to get better. Not hate me forever."
"Really?"
Constance nodded then winced as Imogen made a noise more fitting for cooing over small adorable things. "Why HB,I think that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."
"You know that isn't true." she scowled and then realised she still had a hand caressing Imogen's shoulders, still stood in their funny sort of embrace. Worse she felt her heart hitch as Imogen moved away, and had to silently berate herself for being so silly.
"I guess I'll take anything so long as it works." Imogen sighed sitting down on the bed.
"I'll have to get that in writing!" the witch exclaimed.
"Nothing weird is going to happen is it? I'm not going to end up blue, trans-dog-rifcated or floating in midair?"
"That last one was one time!" Constance snapped. "And no, nothing 'Weird' will happen. The girls have taken it without anything unusual happening."
"Promise?"
"Oh for goodness sake-!"
"Promise?" Imogen insisted.
"Promise. Cauldronite's honour. There is a slight side effect- don't roll your eyes at me like that!" the witch scowled, as Imogen did so. "There is a SLIGHT side effect in that the potion will give you a slight rush of energy for perhaps ten minutes as it gets into your bloodstream and starts to take full effect. Later you'll feel drowsy again but then you more or less 'sleep it off' as the potion gets to work."
"More sleeping?" Imogen chucked. "I thought the ten hours last night was more then enough."
She then stopped. Constance had raised an eyebrow.
"…You're not laughing."
"Well it wasn't funny." Constance said folding her arms.
"No but you've got a really serious look on your face all of a sudden." Imogen frowned. "What is it?"
"…What do you mean you slept last night?"
"Well, because I did. Didn't I?" Imogen shrugged. Constance took a deep breath and magically moving the chair to be closer to Imogen, sat down. She reached across and straitened, well toyed with the collar of Imogen's shirt for a moment, wondering whether it was a good idea to tell her or not. But it was perhaps for the best Constance decided. Especially considering the worried look that now graced Imogen's features. But this wasn't going to be easy to explain.