AN: I apologise for the delay on this – writers block mixed with a hint of busyness and laziness is not a good mixture :P this is only short, but, I hope you have happy reading all the same ^_^

Constance awoke, maybe all that had happened was a dream, perhaps Dr Darkcauldron was wrong and she never had Carixula. Maybe things would go back to normal, but did she want to find out? Did she dare? As she lay in bed, Constance wondered how Amelia would be today, she wondered whether things would ever be the same again.

A knock came at the door which jolted Constance away from her deep thoughts. It was Dr Darkcauldron.

"How are you today?" he asked.

"How do you think I am?" Constance retorted – she really did hate the doctor's inability to spot the obvious. How did he even get his license to practice magical healing at all?

"I'm afraid that there's bad news, I felt that you should be the first to know," he said lowering his head in remorse. Before Dr Darkcauldron could finish his sentence Constance picked up a lethal injection from the doctor's bag and dematerialised from the room, she was found half an hour later.

So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain

"Shhh, its okay, Davina, it will hurt less in the morning," Imogen tried to comfort the aging witch who, was far beyond the point of hysterical sobs.

"She wouldn't want you to be this upset, would she? She'd tell you not to be ridiculous, that she didn't want to be cried over."

At this point Dr Darkcauldron came through the door holding an empty syringe – the same one that Constance had disappeared with earlier that day.

"Is she...?" Imogen didn't want to finish her sentence. Dr Darkcauldron nodded gravely.

"A-and does she kno..." again the doctor merely nodded with his face down to the floor.

Imogen hugged Davina, unable to hold back the tears any longer – they both used each other as a form of support, a bit like a bridge; so they could cross their rivers of tears.

"It's okay," Imogen muttered, "she's at peace."

Wave good...bye to cares of the day
Constance lay beside Amelia. Even the sky was raining with tears of sorrow, and the world was already less bright. As Constance rested, she couldn't help but to think of Amelia's greatest fear, of what the shadows would have turned into.

Constance assumed that they would have been Agatha, trying to, once again, take control of the academy.

Constance looked over to the purple flamed candle sitting beside the bed, this was how long she had left – as soon as the flame extinguished its self she would be gone, there must have only been a few minutes left before she left this world – if that. Glancing over at Amelia, Constance only wished that it would be her that was taken. Constance didn't know that Amelia's greatest fear was actually her, having Carixula, that her fear was losing her deputy who had come to mean as much as a daughter to the headmistress – it was the fear of Constance's death which had killed the headmistress, and it was the admiration of her deputy which had caused her to go peacefully – even the shadows were unable to harm the headmistress in the form of Constance.

Constance saw Amelia's hand go limp. The flame was extinguished.

And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain

Amelia was gone.

Sail far away from Lullaby Bay.AN: well, that's it, I hope you enjoyed and of course... all reviewers get skittles and cookies, there are also carrot sticks on offer too ^_^


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