"…Huggle …bunny?" Imogen slowly repeated in disbelief.

"Yes." Constance huffed. "Of all the stupid things. It couldn't be HoneyBear or Pussycat or dear or something that was sweet without being disgusting, no it had to be- well…"

"Huggle Bunny?"

"Yes, that! It's horrid." Constance scowled. But Imogen already had that mischievous grin on her face and Constance could tell she was going to bitterly regretting telling her.

"I think it suits you," Imogen simpered kneeling up on the bed and pulling her lover back against her by the chain belt.

"No, it doesn't! And don't even think about it-!" Constance warned but too late and the last word came as a yelp. Because Imogen had already span her about then caught her in a bear hug pinning arms to her side.

"Oh? don't you like being my huggle bunny, honey bear?" Imogen said in a teasing manner as Constance tried to scrabble back up. "Miss DRILL!"

"Maybe I should call you it more often! You are adorable when you get flustered, Huggle bunny."

"I do not and i don't like it one bit! it was bad enough in front of mister blossom!" Constance seethed. "Get off me!"

The Witch finally found her footing and straightened up. Imogen's arm's hung lose at her hips for a moment then flopped to her sides wilted under the glare as Constance shrugged her off her chest heaving and on the verge of leaving on the spot she now stood. Until she felt Imogen move to stand a bit behind her.

"Constance wait-."

Once again again Constance wondered how Imogen could grate her nerves so so much; while at the same time being one of the best people to come into her life and more importantly into her heart. Maybe Imogen knew her too well. Or maybe it was because she herself was still getting used to willing compromise and hearing Imogen say sorry, rather then the pair of them hurting one another verbally as they had done for so long. Knowing the non witch meant it, Constance forced herself to be calm again.

Or started too. She'd nearly thought of two happy things and anticipated a third as Imogen moved to hug her from behind, gently this time when a sudden sharp knocking interrupted the lovers quarrel and any chance of make up.

"Yes! What is it?!" Constance snapped, forgetting who's bedroom she was in, much to the the surprise of Mrs Tapioca.

"Oh Missa Hardbroom! Ima just collecting the lunch plates." she said gesturing to one on pe teachers's scurried to fetch and hand over. "But I'm glad to see you here. Missa Bat, She's been looking everywhere for a you!"

"She can't have looked farther then her cupboard then." Imogen huffed and sank down to sit upon the bed with her well toned legs under her. Constance glared at them both. Both Imogen and Maria that is.

"Can it wait? Or better yet can't she deal with whatever it is she's after me for?" but Maria was clearly at the end of her own tether and squared up to the deputy.

"Ifa you want to deal with her too then be my guest! I've no time to make more fruit salad though-"

"Alright, I'm going!" Constance snapped tried to look professional but it felt very awkward, "Duty calls, Miss Drill. We'll sort that matter out at a later d-date."

"Right, yes ba-Miss Hardbroom." Imogen said, as if they'd been discussing strictly serious teacher business for teachers nothing else. And HB finally vanished from sight…

The trouble with vanishing from sight however doesn't always mean one has vanished entirly. especially when one is taking one it slowly for one last lingering look back while simultainisouly putting off dealing with Miss Bat. As it was, Constance was there to here Mrs Tapioca talk about her as if she wasn't there.

"Work work work. She'll work her self sick that one, what a cross patch" and worse to Imogen, "And how are you today, little miss honey bunny?"

Imogen cringed. A game of Chinese-whispers had obviously occurred between Frank and Mrs Tapioca at some point. With some of the main details getting muddled up. But it was enough to freeze the air around them as a red faced Miss Hardbroom furiously swept from the room in a of static and sparks.

To be fair, HB is a cross patch. More so then normal with Imogen being ill AND a reght pain in the caboose.