Next day the witches woke up at about eight A.M. They needed to leave the bed straight away, but it was difficultly, especially considering none of them was straight.

They wished 'Good morning' to each other.

'We need to come out from the bed very soon.' Constance warned after she had seen how Imogen looked at her. 'Your parents probably will be worry about your absence. I mean—' the witch was disturbed.

'No, they won't. We talked about this yesterday.'

'Anyway, even if we'll say them the news the way we decided, we need to be there as soon as possible. We need to prevent any thoughts about why we'll be there after lunch time; therefore we should arrive earlier. Your parents know you don't like to sleep long.'

'I shan't even try to deny. "I need to fly home" was said by me yesterday, so it's impossible for me to protest, but. . . You have said "very soon", and it supposes, for example. . .'

Without delay, Imogen kissed Constance on the lips, which was met by very emotional and very morally hungry witch. It was a bit unexpectedly, but the P.E. teacher liked this as every time.

'Oooh, I didn't think you're so hungry, I was sure it will be not such hot kiss.'

'I knew what you wanted, and I wanted the same.' The potions mistress said while she started to caress Imogen under pyjamas top.

'More. . .' The Flying teacher wanted this very strongly.

They had very little time, but wanted to do as much as possible.

'Our yesterday caresses did let me to draw some conclusions, so I'm almost completely sure I know what you want.'

'Oooh, yes.' Imogen moaned, because caresses were wonderful.

Constance had to stop very soon to let her girlfriend to make her not hungry morally. It could seem strangely, but they both needed this.

It was slowly but not teasingly.

'Do you want me to do something else? Yesterday caresses did let me to draw some conclusions too.'

'Please. . .' Constance's look said more than one word could, and Imogen realised she's on the right way.

'Oooh, here. . .' Imogen knew how to caress breasts to make it pure pleasure.

'Forbidden fruit is sweet.' The Flying teacher said, looking at her happy girlfriend.

'Not very forbidden, dear, but the belly is not filled with fair words.'

'. . . and actions; we're not hungry morally, at least.'

The witches get out of bed.

'So, we'll change, shall go to the bathroom, and then we'll need to go to the kitchen to have breakfast.' Constance said by Miss Hardbroom's voice. According the situation, it was strangely, and it was rather ridiculous; although the to-do list was important.

'Yes, Miss Hardbroom,' Imogen replied and kissed her former teacher on the lips, but broke a kiss at once. 'I know we need to do everything you have said, but don't try to be Miss Hardbroom for me; it's impossibly already. Here has no way back.'

'Don't tell me about a way back; I love very much what happened to me because of you.'

Soon, the witches were going to the kitchen.

Their meal was not big; because it would be hard to fly after hearty breakfast. However, they satisfied their hunger, maybe a bit more than it was necessarily.

'Don't forget your diploma.' Constance reminded, when Imogen was collecting things she needed to take.

'Thanks, but it was first thing I did put.'

The Potions teacher decided to give Miss Drill last instructions, or it could be vise versa; anyway, they needed to come to agreement about what they will say. The witches decided it on previous day, but it was only something brief, which didn't cover everything.

'Imogen, when we'll have flown, you'll ring the doorbell, and when the door will have been opened, you'll introduce me.'

'I shall say to them or one of them if there will be only mother or only father. . . "It's Miss Hardbroom who helped me to have a job already or something similar." Of course, they will be very surprised or shocked maybe.'

'I can imagine it very well. What if they would know how it was really?'

'Oh no, it will be a faint maybe, or something worse for both of us. Anyway, I don't care. "Constant vigilance" will be on.'

'About how you got a job. . .'

'I shall say, "I heard news about Miss Brown when I was at College, and decided to fly to Cackle's Academy; because I thought it was the only way for me to get this job. I supposed it will be late if I shall fly home first."'

'Yes, you were right. If Miss Brown left the school before you arrived, there would have been a problem. She was a teacher until she had signed documents.'

'I'll say, "As you know, Miss Hardbroom taught me a lot in free time, so I went to the Potions Laboratory to say my decision. After a short talk had finished, it was evening, so Miss Hardbroom said it will be better to talk to Miss Cackle and Miss Brown in the morning which was last day when they stayed at the Academy." A warning for you—this morning was yesterday, not a day before. If we would say which day it was really, they will ask why I stayed at Cackle's instead of fly home. I know a reason why we stayed at the Academy, but we shan't say this; therefore we imagine I flown to the school on next day than really. It was the day before yesterday.'

'You mean, "Your so called former mother at Cackle's send you to bed", yes?'

'I refused this few minutes before we confessed to each other about our feelings in my fifth semester.'

'What if they will ask why I decided instead of you?'

'Dearest Constance, you are a Cackle's teacher and a Deputy Headmistress also; I was a former pupil only. Plus, you're my—'

The witch was unable to not insert a remark like she did yesterday. 'Yes, I'm your girlfriend, but "constant vigilance" will be on, so nobody will know.'

'Please stop; I love your lesbian additions, but I meant something completely different again. You're my former form mistress.'

'Word plays are good, darling.'

'I think the same, but it's better not to say such things before we'll have come back from my parents.'

'If say about your parents' home. . . East or west, home is best, isn't it?'

'I thought so before I had become a pupil of Cackle's Academy. I haven't thought about the castle as about home, but it was during every semester when I studied here, and also. . . I know it will be hard to make them to let us fly back in the evening. I'll say, "In spite I have a job already, there has one problem, because of which I need to be at the Academy today. Miss Brown owned the room which became mine, during many years. Of course, the room has a bit of magic from its previous owner still, and I shan't be true owner of the room if I shall not be there before midnight, plus all the things I need at Cackle's will need to be on own places."

'Wonderful decision, but what if they will ask why you haven't done this before?'

'I'll say, "You haven't realised? I said 'all the things I need at Cackle's', but when I was at Cackle's before we had flown to here, I hadn't all the things I need. Have you realised now?"'

'They will realise; there has no way to not. If say honestly, I have owned my room at Cackle's during years, but there was not something which not let you to be there since first evening; moreover, my bed wasn't disagree too.'

'Maybe it was possibly because we were there together? Or maybe it was possibly because we became very close to each other, and nothing can forbid me to be at your place and vise versa probably?'

'It could be so, but honestly, it's a lie which will let us not waste precious time of holidays length of which is one month only.'

'Miss Hardbroom is complaining about short holidays. Do you want these ones to be two months, or three maybe?'

'Idgie, if you'll say something else like this, I'll be teasing you the way you have not known I'm able to. I can imagine how you will be begging me to caress your wonderful body the way you want.'

'Don't forget to say this to my parents. I have no idea which reaction we can expect.'

'Another reason why I love you, my sarcastic Idgie.'

'So do you, my dearest Constance.'

'When your parents ask you to show your grades, you will, but please not make any comments about me. They know that I taught you a lot, and this is the only thing they need to know; because we haven't seen each other since you graduated from Cackle's Academy.'

'Dear, nothing to worry about; "constant vigilance" will help me not to say something wrong.'

XXX

The witches were ready to start flying.

Happily, the weather was good, and they needn't to force any problems. Of course, there was a problem—non-magicians shouldn't have seen witches in the sky. It was another side of 'constant vigilance', although these words weren't used by witches as a warning. There was the best solution of the problem, but alas, it has some 'no's' which were probably a reason why it used in very rare cases. If a witch could cast the invisibility spell—if she knew how to—she could make herself, a broomstick, a luggage, and a cat (if she or he will fly too) invisible. Here is a problem, which is worse if a group of witches needed to fly. None of them can see one another, plus it's impossible to know how long the flying will be exactly, because the weather can play a prank. Here is no way to cast a spell, power of which will be over in concrete amount of time. When a witch or witches had reached her or their destiny, the power of the spell was not over yet, so it wasn't a pleasure to be unseen by a person or people she or they had flown to. Thus, witches tried to fly the way to be unseen. Besides they should have been unseen by non-magicians, witches didn't wanted somebody who had weak nerves to faint or became a stammer. If a witch or witches were seen by somebody when she or they was/were only a spot in the sky, she or they could be confused with UFO, which could have worse consequences.

Imogen Drill was flying very carefully when it happened outside of the Academy or the College. Mainly, her care was about being unseen. The witch found good ways, using which she arrived home or to Cackle's and to Weirdsister College later, and her flying was seeing by nobody. Imogen Drill was going to repeat the way from Cackle's Academy to home, but at this time, she was not alone. Constance Hardbroom will make her a company; the Flying teacher couldn't wish more.

It was their first flying together, first of very many ones. It was first time when they were so closely in the sky. They both wanted to fly together soon again.

'Constance, do you want to repeat our fly; a destination will be different, but happiness will be similar, isn't it?'

'More than "yes", dear, I love to fly very much, but I haven't known how many emotions I'll get flying near you. I don't even say how wonderfully you fly; because I said it to myself on your first day at Cackle's Academy when I had seen you for the first time.'

'Pride turned into something different eventually.'

Constance's smile was the best proof of 'something'.

'Don't forget, we shall fly to my home in few days, so we'll get these wonderful feelings again.'

'We shall fly back today; therefore it will happen much earlier.'

'It will be too, but when we shall have flown to my home, there will be nobody who will be able to disturb our happiness. It was a home of my maternal grandmother which I inherited few years ago.'

'I think it will be even better than at Cackle's,' Imogen said happily.

'It may be, Idgie, and I'm sure we'll have a good time.'

'Dear, don't tease me. When we'll have flown to my parents, "constant vigilance" should be on again, but it will not be very easily if I shall be thinking about upcoming events.'

'Amelia said me to look after you, and future events will be a part of "look after" about part of which we'll not say anybody.'

It was the middle of flying, and Imogen decided to take a rest in the woods like she did every time before.

Happily, nobody saw their landing.

Soon, the witches were ready to continue their short journey.

'We'll be there in few minutes,' Imogen warned Constance when they were near their destiny. 'Don't worry, dear, we decided what to say.'

'I can say the same to you.' Yes, the Flying teacher needed this no less than her girlfriend.

The witches had reached the home eventually.

Imogen rang the doorbell and the witches had to wait.

Imogen's mother opened the door and greeted her daughter. 'Oh, it's you! Idgie, I'm so glad you came back!'

'I have some wonderful news for you, but I want to introduce somebody at first.'

Constance Hardbroom came to Imogen. 'Mum, it's Miss Hardbroom, my former form mistress at Cackle's Academy.'

Mrs. Drill turned to Constance and said very unexpected words, 'Miss Hardbroom, thank you for everything.'

When witches had come inside, daughter asked her mother, 'Dad's here?'

'Yes, go to living room, he's here.'

'Hello, dad,' Imogen greeted her father.

'Hello, Idgie.' Mr. Drill said looking at his daughter. 'But. . .'

'You mean, Miss Hardbroom? Yes, it's my former form mistress Miss Hardbroom, about whom I told you both a lot.'

Imogen looked at her parents. Constance was near her, so it was right time to say news.

'Everything is good, but brace yourself.' The witch looked at her parents and smiled. 'I have a job already.'

During at least ten seconds, nor Mrs. Drill nor Mr. Drill said a word.

Imogen's mother was first of them who was able to ask something. 'Really? How it happened? What you will do? But at first, you both need to sit down. I'll make us tea and we'll talk about news.'

Soon, everything had been done, and the talk started.

Imogen said everything the way she and Constance decided.

'Are you glad to be a teacher? I know you haven't taught yet, but what you can say now?' Father asked.

'I liked to study very much. When I heard the news, I couldn't think about anything else. I thought it's the job I want. Yes, I was right; I want to be a teacher of Miss Cackle's Academy for Witches. I'm very happy.'

'Oh, I have almost forgotten about your diploma.' A bit shocked Mrs. Drill said to her daughter. 'I was not prepared to hear such news. It's very unexpectedly.'

'It was unexpectedly for me too,' Miss Hardbroom commented, meaning what Imogen did to her when they had seen each other for the first time after the long separating. She thought also about her own reaction at those acts. The fact 'Imogen wanted to become a teacher' was not unexpected; because they talked about this when she was a pupil. It was the only way to be together, and none of them wanted to lose this opportunity.

Imogen shown her diploma, and Constance pretended she saw this document for the first time. No, she was first person to whom Imogen shown her grades. Her former form mistress deserved this more than anybody; because she gave to her wonderful pupil too much too.

Imogen Drill has straight A's, but was a lesbian. The witch had straight A's at her Cackle' diploma and was a lesbian in the past too, but she was alone when she was showing her school grades. It was the same and it was differently. Miss Drill hadn't girlfriend then; she only promised to came back to her now girlfriend.

'My beloved Constance . . .' the witch called her former form mistress this way inwardly since the day they were forced to say goodbye. It helped the girl to not be broken morally.

'My beloved Idgie. . .' Constance thought the same and it helped her to feel herself normally partly.

The only reason why Imogen had flown to parents with Constance was inability to be without her dearest witch. She was a morally strong person, but she didn't want to even imagine herself alone again. Parents had no idea about this, in their opinion Imogen wanted to introduce the witch who helped her to have a job. 'I'll help Imogen to be ready for her first lessons,' as Miss Hardbroom said to them.

'I'm sure you are hungry after a long flying, and tea was not much help. We'll go to the kitchen to make lunch for all of us.'

'Wonderful idea; I'm a bit hungry, and I suppose Miss Hardbroom would want to eat too.'

'Thank you, it's very good suggestion.' The witch replied to Mrs. Drill.

'I need to collect some things which I'll need at the Academy, but I don't know what exactly. I suppose Miss Hardbroom will help me to not forget something important.'

Parents went to the kitchen to deal with food, while two teachers went to Imogen's room.

'I suppose we need to have a break during few minutes.' Imogen said very quietly, so that only Constance could hear.

'A break from what?' A quiet reply followed.

'A possibility to be unseen by parents.'

'"Constance vigilance" is on.'

'I do know. . . .' The P.E. teacher said before the witches entered her room. 'Welcome, my dear.'

'I was very surprised when your mother thanked me. If only she knew real Miss Hardbroom.' Constance sighed. There was nobody who could hear them, so she could say it finally.

'Why she needed it for? What she knows about you based on what I said to her and father. You behaved wonderfully with me.'

'. . . until I had realised I have feelings for you and then fell in love with you. I love you very much, Imogen.' The potions mistress added.

'I love you very much, Constance. 'Even if "constant vigilance" is on, even if we should act like nothing happened, nothing can force me to stop love you.'

'This is mutually; I do agree with every word you have said. Honestly, we're here not to confess our love once again. You need to collect necessary things.'

Imogen take everything she thought she will need. Then she turned to her girlfriend, 'Dear, I'm sure I haven't taken something I have to take.'

'I need to kiss you at first.'

Imogen did not oppose to have a very pleasant short break.

After the witches had shared a hot kiss—Constance was unable not to do this in the room which her now girlfriend had been owner during many years—they could start to collect other things Imogen will need.

Constance began to list all the missed things the way which made Imogen wonder more and more after every next called thing.

'Let's see. . . What you will say about—the witch called a necessary thing—and waited a response.'

'This? I haven't known I shall need this.'

'How about that? What you will say about this?'

The Potions teacher liked very much to watch a reaction of her beloved witch. It was different every time, and this made the whole thing even better.

'I suppose you have turned into an illusionist.'

'A logician and an illusionist not linked; I'm a witch like I was before.'

'Now, we can go to eat; lunch is waiting probably.'

A backpack was full; there was everything what Imogen needed to take.

'We've done it quite quickly, if not count moments of pleasure especially.' Imogen was surprised that it was over already.

'"Moments of pleasure. . ." we had to do this.'

'If consider how, where and when. . .'

'What if think about upcoming lunch which will be another break?'

'It will be good, Miss Hardbroom. I am hungry.' Imogen said when they were near the kitchen. Then she glanced at Constance from head to toe and shook her head. 'We'll eat at Cackle's in the late evening.'

The potions mistress nodded, 'But I'm afraid we'll be tired.' It meant she understood subtext.

'I don't think we'll be tired enough to not have double dinner.'

'Double one even? I was wrong; I suppose we shall be more hungry than tired.'

The idea to satisfy two types of hunger was very appealing for both witches.

Lunch was delicious and everybody enjoyed the company.

Everything was well, until Imogen's father said, 'While you were collecting necessary things, we were talking to each other and decided it will be better for you to stay here, and fly back tomorrow.'

It was right time to say about nonexistent things; unfortunately, it was the only way to be out of the house on that day.

When Imogen stopped, her father commented, 'I thought her magic vanished from the room after she had signed documents.'

'Alas, it's not so easily. I slept in other room in previous nights, although the room was mine on the next day after I arrived to the school. Probably, after all the things will have own place in my new room, I shall be able to sleep there.' The reason why the P.E. teacher slept in other room was absolutely different, but the fact stayed as it was—nobody slept in the room which was owned by Miss Brown after she had retired.

'I hope so.' By these words, Constance meant 'I want to be there with you.'

Imogen understood subtext again, and she thought it will be a bit differently than what they experienced before. This was dangerous subtext; because she wished to appear in that room at that right moment and Constance had to be there too. "Constant vigilance" was on; therefore Imogen said or did nothing.

'Maybe here has a way to circumvent this strange ban?' Mother asked with hope.

'We should be at Cackle's today.' Imogen was adamant. She added nothing more; additional lie was unnecessary.

XXX

Eventually, after some interesting talks it was time to fly back to Cackle's Academy.

'Goodbye, dear; if you will need, Miss Hardbroom will help you. We know you can rely on your former form mistress. We both wish you good luck, Idgie.' Parents said to her daughter.

'Thank you very much.' It was what Imogen felt.

Constance knew she needed to say something too. 'Of course, Imogen can ask me whenever she'll need help.'

Both witches said goodbye and went out.

The flying back to the Academy was very good, in spite of Imogen had a full backpack on her back.

As before, the witches took a break of the long flying in the woods.

Finally, two witches arrived to the Cackle's Academy, noticed by nobody.

They put away broomsticks in the brooms shed, and headed to the Academy.

As soon as the teachers had come in the castle, the potions mistress was unable to control her actions. Constance slightly pushed her girlfriend against a stone wall, pressed herself to her, and kissed her on the lips passionately.

Imogen Drill would never believe that she can be in such a situation. However, the feeling of very emotional Constance against her was wonderful like the kiss they shared.

'I was unable to resist. The rest will be later.' It was not right place to express emotions, although it was pleasure.

'Come to my room; I want to prove how wrong I was about Miss Brown and her magic.'

'We need go to the bathroom at first which including also that we shan't go to there with unwashed hands. Plus, it will be better to have dinner at first; besides it will be difficultly to stop satisfy moral hunger.'

'You're right,' Imogen sighted loudly. 'Also, I'll need to bring my suitcase from the Potions Laboratory to the new room.'

'In spite of nothing forbids you to be in your new room, we need to lay clean linen on your bed.'

Quarter of hour later, the witches were in the kitchen, ready to eat.

Unlike lunch when Imogen and Constance weren't alone, there at Cackle's was nobody except them, and the teachers could tell each other anything they wanted.

'I shall go to the Potions Laboratory to take the suitcase.' Imogen said when they had finished dinner.

'I shall bring clean linen to your new room. See you there.'

At this time, Imogen looked Constance from head to toe slowly and nodded. 'Very soon, dear.'

Finally, the witches were in Imogen's new room.

'Doesn't it wonderfully that our rooms situated next to each other?'

'It's the best present from the castle. As if you don't remember my reaction when you said it to me for the first time; it was before we had come to this room that tell the news to Miss Brown.

'I shall make a bed while you'll deal with things.'

'Yes, but not earlier than I prove I was wrong about Miss Brown and her magic in this room.'

'How you're going to do it?'

'You gave me the great idea.' Imogen took Constance's hand and leaded her to the wall near the door. The feeling was wonderful; if the lass could do nothing except holding hand with the potions mistress, it would be sufficient.

The P.E. teacher slightly pushed her girlfriend to the wall and pressed herself to beloved witch, and then kissed her on the lips passionately.

For Constance, it was less unexpectedly. When Imogen was leading her, she thought maybe something similar to what she did near the castle's entrance will happen; however, it was quickly and being the one who's pressed to the wall was the different feeling. She was 'driven' one in 'driving and driver', and needless to say, it was wonderfully.

Constance's respond on the kiss almost driven the 'driving' one mad.

Neither of them wanted to stop the kiss.

'I was unable to control my actions then. If it was half as great for you as I had felt myself when you did this to me. . .'

Imogen interrupted her, 'the walls in rooms are smoother than everywhere in the castle, near the entrance especially, but it was very unexpectedly, and I suppose it was even better.'

'My expression of emotions had a good result.' Constance smiled.

'More than good, dearest; I loved it very much.'

'The proof of how wrong you were is great, and now we can do what we have to do.'

The witches tried to do their tasks quickly, and if this was home work or class work, they both would have had A.

'We have to change,' Constance said when they finished everything they needed to do.

It didn't take much time, and then Imogen said, 'Go to bed, darling; it's my turn to share bed with you, and I look forward to it.'

'Tired, Idgie?' The potions mistress asked when they were lying in the bed, looking at each other.

'Not enough to not take advantage of the situation.'

'So do I.'

They tender caressed each other, but after some time tiredness made itself felt.

'No, I was wrong. Part of 'the rest' will be tomorrow.' Constance though, looking at yawning Imogen. Instead of what she thought, she said, 'I suppose it will be better to sleep, won't it?' She was tired too, although it was almost not visibly. 'In spite of I'm not yawning it's not the proof that I'm not tired.'

'Alas, it's better to sleep now. Anyway, we satisfied our moral hunger.'

'. . . and we both enjoyed it, plus sharing your new room added something to our feelings.' Constance added.

'Another proof why here is no Miss Brown's magic, although my father was wrong when he said that her magic disappeared from the room as soon as she had signed documents of resignation.'

Few minutes later, after they wished good night to each other, the witches slept to be ready for next day which will be filled by some interesting and important events.