Her studies allowed us to withdraw in private, as love desired, and then with our books open before us, more words of love than of reading passed between us, and more kissing than teaching. My hands strayed oftener to her bosom than to the pages; love drew our eyes to look on each other more than reading kept them on our texts.

— Pierre Abélard about Eloisa.

XXX

This morning promised more free time for two witches. They got enough sleep and were ready for whatever they will want to do.

'I don't want to come out from the bed at all.'

'What caused this wonderful decision?' Constance gazed at her girlfriend, being unable to look away.

'About what you said yesterday. . .' Imogen paused, 'It was difficultly to leave my parents' house.'

'I didn't relish the prospect to not be able to share a bed with you.'

'That's why I lay to them a bit as we decided.'

'I hate lie, but it's impossible not to lie sometimes.' Coincidence lost a battle against emotions, which in fact, not began ever. The only person the brunette could blame because of this— was her amazing girlfriend named Imogen Drill. No, she didn't going to blame her dearest Idgie; although she thought about blaming when said person was in third term. The truth was— she didn't know whom she had to blame first for what happened— herself or Imogen? Now, she could answer her question which she asked out loud only once— on the day when she and Imogen confessed their love to each other. None of two witches wanted the feeling between them to stop growing, but Imogen asked maybe she has to stop to go to the Potions Laboratory. The teacher couldn't say 'yes'; because she became two different people already— Miss Hardbroom and Constance, and last person intuitively felt that nothing should prevent their happiness. The answer was clear— the fate wanted them to be happy and their then emotional state 'said' this had to happen no matter what.

'I wouldn't believe if somebody told me you said this, but I have heard your words, so it proves again how emotional you became because of me.'

'By the way, we didn't sleep at once after we had gone to bed. However, we were tired and left the rest of you-know-very-well-what for today.'

'You didn't say it.'

'Even if we not talked about it, I thought.'

'What you can say about last night?'

'If say about what we were doing before midnight. . .'

'It was great, dearest, although it wasn't enough, but I meant what happened later.'

'I don't care which bed we're sharing or, in this case, were sharing, but the feeling was a bit different, as I said before we were sleeping.'

'It was wonderfully, wasn't it?' Imogen asked and smiled happily.

'It was your turn to say "welcome" to me.'

'Do you want to hear this finally?' It was less than Imogen meant; however there was subtext which had to be revealed very soon.

'If you want to, I want it very much.'

'Dear, you welcomed me on the first Potions lesson, but soon, few days before my first Hallowe'en at here, it turned into private lessons. There, in the Potions Laboratory was a slow development of something between us, a teacher and a pupil, which led to friendship. However, it wasn't enough later, and we confessed our feelings. Eventually, after I had come back to the Academy, we shared you room on first day. Now, we're sharing the room which had become mine few days ago. Do whatever you want.'

'Whatever? Oooh, before we slept, it was second part of our double dinner which was enough to satisfy our moral hunger only.'

'You threatened to tease me yesterday after we shall have come back to the Academy if I'll say anything else similar to your possible desirable length of holidays. I did not say anything about this again, but I wanted consequences to happen.'

'You wanted consequences to happen?' Constance asked amazedly. 'You don't know what I'm capable to do, and I don't know to; because I haven't been in such a wonderful situation ever.'

'I want you to do this to me.'

'Oooh, touch you this way and make you feel so. . .' Constance was smiling, thinking about what she will do. 'I can imagine how you will be begging me to caress your wonderful body the way you want.' The witch repeated what she said yesterday.

They weren't covered by anything already, and Constance had much better access to her amazing girlfriend.

The witch put up pyjamas' top a bit— it was enough for a start. She waited a bit on purpose to make teasing as great as she wanted it to be. The witch ran her forefinger very slowly above trousers, almost touching the fabric, and then backwards, to the same side where she started from.

'More. . . it's perfectly.' Imogen almost moaned. It was what she wanted, but she needed continuation.

'You're begging me already? You want me to stop teasing you? Or maybe you like my acts so much and want continuation?'

'I wanted you to tease me. I need continuation of perfect actions.'

'Let's see. . .' The Potions teacher reached pyjamas' top and unbuttoned a bottom button. She was touching slightly the body beneath. These teasing almost caresses stopped, and the witch unbuttoned the next button. Some time passed, before pyjamas were undone completely and it was accompanied with slight touches as before.

'Do you want more?'

'Really? Tease me, dear.'

Constance took a better position, then put her hand on Imogen's hip and looked up. 'Here?'

'Your guesses are right again.'

The potions mistress put trousers off slowly and placed the garment in the end of the bed. Teases continued. . .

'It was great. But. . . can you please now. .?'

'You're begging me eventually; I was sure it will happen finally.'

Constance opened pyjamas' top to see more naked body.

Imogen was almost completely sure what's going to happen. 'Dear, put it off completely. You want to see my body, don't you?'

'Not only see; I want something else.' With these words, another garment was put off. 'I saw you being dressed only in pants before we were going to bed since you came back few days ago.'

'Seeing you wear only pants are great, even if it was during few seconds but every day.'

Constance put her hands near Imogen's breasts, being ready to start caressing. 'Yes?'

'I thought you finished teasing me.'

'I didn't want to act abruptly.'

'Very emotional Constance didn't want to act abruptly?' Imogen laughed, she was unable not to. 'Are you joking? I know how strongly you want to do this to me, and I want this very strongly too.'

'Maybe I wanted to look at your perfect body at first. Idgie, you're very beautiful.'

'Const, if only you know how beautiful you are. I said it you before and it was more than one time. Don't argue now.'

'Alright, my dearest.'

Both witch wanted this, and they weren't disappointed. At this time, Constance could see her actions very well, and it was pure delight. It was far from teasing— caresses, light squeezes. . . The witch ran her hand around right breast and then she did the same to the left one. 'And what's about here. .?' The question was asked before Constance started to caress another parts of naked body. There was more than have happened ever, and they didn't know how great it can be. The witch received many moans in reply at her wonderful actions. They shared some hot kisses in between.

'It was perfectly and even better than before; you're great, my dear.'

'I loved every single moment.' The witch confessed.

'Caress own girlfriend is delight, but I hope you'll like my caresses more.'

'Don't doubt, dear.'

'Too may emotions. . .' Imogen couldn't resist teasing her girlfriend in reply. She was sure— she isn't one of them who liked being teased, Constance will like it too. The Flying teacher barely touched the potions mistress by fingers, but minutes later, she almost reached breasts eventually, and started to caress there— very closely but not touching still. The nightgown was on yet.

The witch moaned— it was perfectly but terribly at the same time. She was unable to explain why she liked to feel herself so. 'Please. . .'

'You want me so much to caress you properly? Of course, you do.' Imogen looked up to see hard-breathing beauty and smiled. 'If only you'll let me to see my actions.'

The Potions teacher was about to cast a spell to put the nightgown off, but Imogen stopped her, grabbing the hand.

'I shall do it by myself, plus my actions will be continuation of what I did, and it will be preceding of what you want me to do, at the same time.'

The P.E. teacher was putting the nightgown up very slowly, looking at more and more naked body simultaneously.

'Oooh. . .' She was not going to hide her delight when she had seen Constance's breasts; especially according the fact that there was about to happen a bit more than Imogen had done to her girlfriend ever.

'The unnecessary garment we want to get rid of, isn't it?'

Constance said nothing, but she arched a bit to let Imogen to put the nightgown off easier.

'It's much better,' the lass commented after the nightgown had been put near her pyjamas.

Caresses were tender, but it was accompanied with desire to do more.

'What if I do so. .?' The witch asked and gently put her hands on breasts. It was similar to what she did before, but it was much more. Seeing own actions was amazingly.

Of course, Constance moaned. It was even before Imogen reached breasts, it was right then and later . . . Caresses were exactly what she craved and needed.

'I suppose we have to drag ourselves out of bed.'

'Probably; having a breakfast is a good idea.'

'I love to look at you being almost completely naked, but it's time to dress and then satisfy physical hunger.'

'It's only first time, dear, and I love this very much too.'

XXX

The witches dressed in comfort clothes and went to bathroom. After that have been done, they could have breakfast.

The teachers reached the kitchen quickly and started to eat soon.

When breakfast was over, the witches stayed there still.

'I promised to help you to be ready for first lessons, yes?'

'Yes. . . and by this you mean you'll be teaching me again.' Imogen was happy; her dream to continue study will become true in less than an hour. 'There in the Potions Laboratory will happen more than our confession even.'

'We dragged ourselves out of bed, have had breakfast, and I'm going to teach you. If a person's looking forward to study, she must not think about any distract actions. Plus, we've spent time doing very many. . .'

'Oooh, touches, caresses, kisses. . . However, I don't think you'll be able to only teach me.'

'For your information, there in the Potions Laboratory I called you 'my girlfriend' which is more than our confession. Also, we were unable not to show our feelings other way.'

'Do you want to repeat that?'

'You're crazy.' Constance gazed at her girlfriend, being hit by emotions and being unable to say anything else, but she didn't want to show how strongly she loved this idea. They were completely alone in the castle, and her very emotional state did not let her to resist. 'If only you knew how strongly I want it, but I suppose you know it partly.' Constance thought but said nothing.

'You want it very much.' Imogen reached a cheek and caressed her girlfriend by a forefinger. It was enough for the Potions teacher to give up the wish to not show her real feelings towards the offer. She moaned quietly, before begging 'No, please.'

'As you want,' the witch stopped caresses, but said, 'by "you're crazy" you meant "I want it very much".'

There was no reaction— nor negative nor positive, but the Flying teacher knew that this offer was not something either of them would want to refuse. A quiet moan was the best proof.

'The Potions Laboratory is waiting.'

'I'll be teaching you,' the potions mistress reminded rather to herself than to the P.E. teacher.

'I'm looking forward to both.'

'To what concretely?' Everything was clearly, but Constance wanted very strongly to hear how Imogen will say what she wants.

'You know better than anybody how strongly I love to study and you're the only one who knows how strongly I love you.'

'It's about me too.'

'We have more in common than anybody can think.'

The witches were going to the Potions Laboratory, holding hands. It was what they both wanted, and it will be unable to happen during upcoming term and any term in general, so they shouldn't have lost the wonderful opportunity. This innocent gesture was a proof that there was more than simply friendship. If they were children, it wouldn't mean something more, but it meant for them definitely.

Entering the Potions Laboratory, Imogen stopped near the end, not letting Constance to go.

'Do you want to repeat what happened here few days ago?'

'I want it very strongly, and I suppose you guessed only partly. Nobody knows.' Last words were what Imogen said on the day of confession, and this phrase made her smile, in spite of there were bans and they couldn't be as happy as they wanted.

'More than I can imagine?'

'"Constant vigilance" is off.' It was subtext and the direct answer at the same time.

The Potions teacher decided to swap their roles at this time and asked, 'Can you show how strongly you missed me?'

The lass come very closely to her girlfriend and kissed on the lips passionately. Imogen didn't have to wait for reply. Constance kissed her with similar passion almost at once.

They didn't put off anything, but what happened between witches at this time, was far better than what happened in the Potions Laboratory on that day. It wasn't 'I want to do it finally', it was 'I couldn't resist doing it here again'.

'I suppose we can to do something a bit more important.'

'Not "a bit", but that is importantly too, even if we shan't tell somebody. What do you want to start our lessons with?'

'Potions, dear, what else can I say?'

Constance smiled, but then shook her head. 'Is it because of me?'

'If you mean my happiness, it's true, but if you mean Potions, here's other reason. Your stool was very closely to mine on first day. I could do nothing except study, but I can now. I want very strongly to do it.' Imogen come very closely to Constance, and put her hands around the brunette's waist, before pressed herself to her. 'I'm not a pupil or a student any more, but no matter what will happen, we shall always be a former form mistress and her former pupil. Nothing was matter for us then, and nothing could force our feelings to disappear, and there was nothing what could be reason for this to happen.'

'There was really nothing, my dearest.' Constance patted Imogen on the head. 'Here's more now, much more than we could imagine ever. We have to study now. Doesn't it what you want very much?'

'You know me very well. Let's study now.'

The Potions teacher took a book from a shelf but did put it back. 'No, "Potions: Advanced Level" is not what we need. We both know how to brew these potions.'

'It was my third and fourth term when you taught me using this book.'

'Do you remember this?' The witch turned and shown a book titled 'Spells: Advanced Level.'

Imogen was reminiscing for few moments and smiled to her thoughts. 'I loved Miss Cackle's lessons and she's a very kind person, but your Spells lessons were better.'

'I may disagree, dear.'

'I love you very much, and you're an amazing teacher, no matter what you taught me.'

'There was always something here between us, even if we didn't know then.'

Constance looked over the shelf again and noticed a thin book. 'I found what we need. Here are some potions I want to teach you how to brew.'

'What's here concretely?'

Imogen took the book and open it near the beginning. 'Oh, this potion! Then she looked over the instruction. A bit hard to brew, but I hope I'll succeed.'

'Of course, you were a wonderful potion brewer since the beginning of Potions lessons at Cackle's, but our private lessons increased your abilities.'

'When I studied at Weirdsister College, it was very interestingly to look at students in Potions lessons when we needed to brew something. You taught me how to brew every potion we brewed there, but they hadn't such an experience. I said inwardly every time, "My beloved Constance, thank you very much".'

'You too? I called you "My beloved Idgie" inwardly since we had to say goodbye and it helped me very strongly.'

'Calling you "my beloved Constance" inwardly was the best way to not be broken.'

Their stools stood very closely to each other, but it was differently now. There were no bans, and witches could embrace each other or holding hands whenever they wanted.

The Potions teacher watched for Imogen. Although she was sure her girlfriend won't fail, she promised to teach, but not only 'you'll be brewing a potion while I'll be doing something else probably.'

'Here we need to do so. . .' The potions mistress showed how to stir the potion to brew it as it had to be brewed exactly.

Imogen repeated her actions, stirring the potion in the cauldron.

'As you brew, so must you drink.' Constance said, looking into cauldron in about ten minutes. 'Even if you would need to drink your potion when it will have been brewed, nothing to worry about; because a perfectly brewed potion will guarantee the right result only.'

'I try my best as every time; not to mention— practice makes perfect. Also, if say about you yesterday, "As you made your bed, so you must lie on it."'

'It's better to say in other words, "to lie on the bed one has made"; because I made a bed for both of us.'

'This version is more suitable for our situation.' The P.E. teacher smiled widely.

XXX

The rest of the day two witches spent in the Potions Laboratory. It was impossible to study all the time, so they had breaks from time to time to change activity and were satisfying moral hunger very well. There was also a bigger break when they went to the kitchen to have lunch which was few hours later than usually during a term.

'Besides from teach you and, at the same time, help you to be ready for fist lessons, do you know what I'm very much looking forward to?' Constance was unable to hide her happiness.

'You mean flying to your home and what will happen there?'

Imogen was right, but it wasn't what her girlfriend looked forward to concretely.

'I want to fly to our home with you.'

'What do you mean by "our home"?' The Flying teacher was very surprised.

'Don't you guess which home I can call "our"? You're very smart; think for a bit.'

'It can't be true. Const, you. . . it's not. . .' Imogen couldn't express her thought in a normal sentence. There was silence for a bit before the witch said, 'Dearest, it's your home.'

'It was until few days ago. I realised today that I want this very strongly. I want to have a place which both of us can call "our home", even if we'll not say it to someone else. Maybe, it will happen someday in the future. We'll be together always, and we need to have a place where we can come back to after every semester— our private place. Idgie, you're the only person who knows real me and who made me a person I am now. Your parents know me as a good person and a kind teacher which is not quietly true, but they don't know the rest.'

'Dearest, thank you so very much. When we were alone during our lessons, you behaved yourself so wonderfully that I couldn't find words to explain it. Constance is a very good person and a very kind teacher, even if Miss Hardbroom is not partly. It was more than true towards me. I fell in love with Miss Hardbroom, but it turned into much more.'

'No, you fell in love with Constance about whom I didn't know very well, but you somehow saw this person looking at strict Miss Hardbroom. For me, it started because you were a wonderful pupil, but later I knew about your feelings and wanted to do something in reply. Eventually, I fell in love with you very strongly. Thank you so very much.'

'In this case, a draw, so I do accept your offer.'