Chapter 13- Unlucky for some! Mostly me I really really need to concentrate on coursework and stop procrastinating(!) so after this I'll be blocking my story folder and FF (along with facebook and tumblr) from my computer browser for a week or two. But massive thank you to you for reading this far. Even though the chapters are short, Ugh is now my longest continuous story chapter wise!
"Is something wrong?" Imogen caught her hand, breaking Miss Hardbroom's train of thought (although she forgot everything for a second because of those dammed eyes) but in anwcer to the question Constance shook her head. "Please say something then? You're kind of starting scaring me and not in the good way."
"It's not scary as such." Constance huffed, "and it should be, then please say something-"
"Constance, what is it?" Imogen badgered. Their fingers entwined, now in the space between them and a quick glance at their joined hands pale and tan gave Constance courage and resolve, silly really for such a small action and a small thing.
"Are you sure you just slept last night? Nothing else? and just last night?" Imogen nodded slowly looked rather unsure of where this was heading so Constance asked, "Do you know what day it is?"
Imogen laughed at the silly question.
"Yes, it's Wednesday."
"No, it's Friday."
"No!"
"Yes."
"What do you mean it's Friday?"
"I mean that its Friday today because today is Friday."
"Are you sure-?"
"Of corse I'm sure, I'm not the one bedridden by flu!"
Imogen was stunned to say the least. Mostly because she didn't say anything, to the point it started to scare the witch.
"Poppet?" she asked, giving Imogen's shoulder two sharp little jabs with her free hand, wishing she hadn't snapped again.
It caused Imogen to shut her mouth blink and and take a deep breath in again at least.
"But- it can't be. I didn't-" the non witch said finally when she found her voice again, although she didn't find it in one piece. "No. no you're kidding, I remember getting in to bed last night!"
"If you remember wearing the grey trousers and a vest to bed, and me telling you to get some rest before I left to take care of supper, then you only remember Tuesday evening." Constance insisted. "After all what pyjamas were you wearing when you woke up today?"
"You're kidding me." Imogen said again; abet quieter and slightly muffled by the thumb of the other hand she had to her mouth as she worried, biting down on the nail as she tried to process the information.
"I'm not." Constance said, keeping her own emotions in check. It must feel awful to loose the days without a clue. She leaned forward in her chair but resisted the temptation to push that hand away to discourage her lovers nail biting. It was an awful habit yes but instead she gave Imogen's leg with her free hand a squeeze trying to pull her back to the present. "I wish I were. although it'd be a cruel joke."
"So ,You're saying I've slept most of today, all of yesterday, the day before?" Imogen asked looking back up at her. "And, I've been asleep since Tuesday?"
"Well sort of, on and off I suppose." The witch said and then with a sigh,"Not soundly or for just ten hours at any rate."
"But- what about my classes?" Imogen said becoming animated again, pulling her hands away and pacing about, "We're supposed to be training for the next basketball match! And the first year volleyball?
"They've been taken care of. Imogen- Imogen calm down you need to rest!" Constance said following her as they paced up and down like a caged tiger.
"Anymore and I'll go into hibernation!" Imogen shot back, more out of the frustration then anything. She swiped a pillow on to the floor and kicked her yoga mat. It curled up by itself like a hedgehog, scared of another kick. "That's three days! Three bloody days! I'm never sick! And I loose ACHOOO! Three days! And I still keep ruddy sneezing!"
Constance didn't reply, not really, but softly said "I know, dear I know." over and over again to everything the none witch said as Imogen paced and cursed as much as a non-witch could until her shoulders slumped and her complaints faded and they eventually came to a stop together. Who had whose arm didn't really matter because they somehow ended up facing each other anyway.
"How'd that even happen?" Imogen mumbled back. Constance winced. This would be the worst bit. For her at least, she wasn't sure how Imogen would take it.