Imogen Drill and Constance Hardbroom spent few following days very productively. Of course, it doesn't mean the witches were leaving the bed as soon as they woke up. They were alone in the castle and needed to take advantages of it as much as possible.

The Potions teacher started to help the P.E. and Flying teacher to be ready for her first lessons. She explained to the new teacher how to teach pupils. In spite of their subjects are different, there is one similarity— both, Potions and Flying, are a bit dangerous lessons, and girls have to be very careful to not get injures. Physical Education can be dangerous at some cases too. Alas, problems happened from time to time and teachers needed to know how to help.

Also, Constance taught Imogen Spells a bit. She wanted to teach her everything she knew and was able to do. Imogen wanted this as strongly as her girlfriend. However, there was one theme they not talked about. They came to agreements that Constance will never be teaching Imogen how to read minds. Really, read minds is not fair thing to do and Miss Hardbroom being very Constance was more than agree with such a decision.

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Constance barely moved away from Imogen; she forced herself to do it. If she hadn't, they will not leave the bed soon. The witches decided on last evening what they will do on the next day. It was not very importantly, but they had to do it before term will have started, and there was no reason to delay.

'We have to stop right now.'

'Twenty minutes past eight A.M. only; we needn't hurry.' Imogen moved very closely to Constance who had no place to move. 'I want. . .' The lass put her hand on her girlfriend's stomach and caressed there tenderly. 'I know you would want more than what I did to you today. Of course, we have to get out of bed eventually, but we have time still. Also, nobody wait us there.'

'Flying in . . .' The Potions mistress started but moaned, as soon as the gym mistress touched her right breast accidentally.'

'Of course, you want more. In spite of my actions not let you to think straight or lesbian or somehow, but how you wanted to finish a phrase "Flying in the . . ."?'

It's hard to talk when your girlfriend makes you feel so good and all the thoughts seem flown away. Despite this, Constance answered, 'Flying in . . . twilight . . . is not . . . good.'

The younger witch laughed and replied, 'It would be wonderfully, but I don't plan to stay here for so long. Not only you, but I want to fly to there too.'

These words caused Constance to change her mind completely. She gently stopped Imogen's actions, and then said, 'you want to fly to there, but looking at almost completely naked girlfriend makes you want to do something to her, and flying becomes not very important?'

Imogen nodded only, unable to tear her gaze from the wonderful body of Constance.

'What you'll say if I. .?' The older witch not finished, continuing words by actions which were not modest definitely.

'Oooh . . . it's . . . so . . . good.'

The potions teacher moved a bit closer and kissed the lass on the lips. It was unexpectedly, but few seconds later, passionate reply followed.

'Unexpected kisses are wonderful.'

'It's even better when your girlfriend reacts this way.'

'I couldn't resist responding the way you started the kiss.'

'I loved it as every time. Everything we both did and do is what we like; it was so even when we didn't know what we shall like concretely.'

'I suppose twilight has come.'

'Is it a way to say "We have to drag ourselves from bed"?'

'Saying figuratively, yes.'

'Maybe, another bed waits us there and we shall stay in it after twilight definitely.' Constance thought, but not said a word. It was her wee* secret; she didn't want to reveal something what was on her mind. 'I cannae* say it now; because a secret should remain a secret.'

When witches was out of the bed, dressed and had done what they needed to do every morning, they could go to the kitchen to eat.

Breakfast didn't take long time, including a preparation even.

They both knew that they will not come back to castle very soon, so the witches collected some things including clothes on previous evening.

They will be studying from time to time in the future, and there will be more 'being ready to first lessons' help. In their opinion, it was time to fly to their home, but Imogen don't used to call the house she had not seen 'their' yet.

It was Constance's time to show the way, but her house— their house— was what she very much looked forward to show.

'Ready, dear?'

'I am more than ready,' Imogen replied and smiled widely.

The witches were flying in the sky, but Constance knew how to do it to be unseen by anybody. She knew the way form Cackle's Academy to home and vise versa which was the best one to be hidden as much as possible.

They took a rest in the woods.

'Surprised, Idgie?' I took a break in the flying every time, just like you. Here has one difference, of course— it's other forest.

'I love our similarities.' The more Imogen was getting to know Constance, the more she loved her; although there wasn't such a thing as 'more' for two witches; because it was impossibly.

Anyway, know something about each other what nobody else should know was similar to magic for a little witch who has conjured for the first time.

The teachers were up in the sky again, heading right to home.

Constance Hardbroom is a workaholic. Even when she came back home— every time—she worked or studied; what else she could do? Of course, the witch had some hobbies, but every of them supposed that she had to do something. None of these ones were similar to take rest, if not saying about reading fiction— books which were wrote by magicians and non-magicians too; it was no matter. Good books can be found in both words— magic one and non-magic one.

However, the potions mistress had different to-do list for these holidays. Amelia told her to 'look after Imogen' and 'she will need your help at first', but Constance would do it despite somebody wanted her to do it. How she could not help Imogen who was her girlfriend? There had no way to not; even if two witches were friends only, the Potions teacher would do the same. In this case, they wouldn't share bed and there wouldn't have happened what they did to each other every day.

Eventually, the witches landed near a house— it was not a big one, but it was not a small one too— the ideal house for a couple.

Imogen was looking at the building, not moving and being unable to say something.

'What you can say?' The Potions teacher wasn't prepared for such a reaction; she couldn't say whether it was positive one or negative one.

'Your house is wonderful,' the younger witch commented when she was able to stop being a statue.

'No, dearest, our house which was my maternal grandmother's and it became mine few years ago.' Constance took Imogen's hand and said, before they entered, 'Welcome home, Idgie.'

They gave each other too many— morally and physically, and they couldn't count it without fail any more. If your lives changed and turned into unexpected happiness, does it matter who was a reason of one or another piece of happiness concretely?

'Thank you so very much, dearest.' Imogen thought that these words cannot show her huge gratitude, but she tried.

At first, the withes went to the bathroom. After this, Constance turned into a guide and went to show the house to her girlfriend.

'Inside it's even better,' Imogen said when 'the tour' was over.

'Inside will be better than you can imagine.' Constance knew very well what she meant, but don't wanted to say anything concretely still. The Flying teacher knew what the potions mistress meant, but she had no idea that her girlfriend wanted this to be different. Honestly, the brunette didn't know what her idea will lead to in the end— when they will be able to move away from each other.

The older witch needed to be alone during few minutes, so she decided to send Imogen to library. She knew very well it was wonderful offer, and there will be only 'yes' or other positive reaction.

'Imogen, do you want to go to the library? There, near the room's door placed a bookshelf with some very interesting books which you'll like, no doubts.'

'Are they fiction or these ones about magical subjects?'

'These are my favourite books and there has both of what you have said.'

'Can I go to there now?' Imogen didn't hide her impatience. It was not only many books, but it was opportunity to know more about her beloved Constance.

'Of course, dear, but don't forget to come back to my room eventually; I'll be waiting you there.'

'Oooh, in this case I have to hurry.'

'I don't think you'll be able to come back very quickly. There are some wonderful books, so if you'll start to read them, you'll be unable to put them away. You want to know more about your girlfriend, don't you?' It was simplest way to made Imogen to leave her alone; because Constance needed it very much.

'You know very well what I want; I'm not even surprised.'

The lass ran to the library almost while the Potions teacher went to her room. She needed to do something which was the beginning or the main part of her wee secret.

'I shan't open these books. No matter if I'll like something very much, and I'm sure I shall do.' The witch said to herself when she had reached the library.

When she entered the room, had come to the bookshelf and looked it over, she wanted to sit right here and read one book for another until everything will be has read. In spite of this, the flying teacher started to repeat 'I shan't open these books'; because she wanted to come to Constance's room so much too. 'She's dealing with things she brought, but it won't take much time. I shall come there soon; I have to; I want to. Const won't resist to show how emotional she is.' This thought almost made the witch to moan.

Constance opened the bag and put things on their own places which took few minutes only. Normally, it would be a bit longer, but the witch was in a hurry; because Imogen could enter before the main part has been done.

However, something remained in the bag; it was a garment prepared for this mysterious 'the main part'. The Flying teacher didn't know her girlfriend took it with herself.

The witch changed into this garment— the black tight leather dress— which, as she thought, will have a positive desirable result as soon as Imogen will see her wearing this.

Constance approached to the desk, turned back and put her hands on the table behind.

The dress wasn't indecent if not count its size. Position which Constance took in addition to her clothes is what made her look a bit indecently. She couldn't wait to see Imogen's reaction.

Soon, in about five minutes, the door opened and Imogen entered the room. She could never imagine what she was seeing. In her opinion, it was perfectly and indecently and this combination not let het to move or say something. She looked at the beauty being unable to tear her gaze.

'We have to eat now,' Constance said, breaking the silence. However, Imogen's look meant that she wanted completely different things to happen, so the brunette started to think about something more pleasant.

When possibility to talk returned to the gym mistress, she said, 'No, we'll eat later; I don't know about you, but my moral hunger increased million times when I had entered the room and seen you.'

'I didn't think about such a result; I thought it will be something positive, but this. . .'

'What?' The P.E. teacher approached to the potions mistress very closely, so their clothes were touching. She put her hands around Constance's waist and looked at her face. 'Can you guess what I want right now?'

'Yes partly, but your look says much more than I can think about. Don't you want to say what's going on in your mind?'

'Too many; and every next thought is more indecent than a previous one.'

'Can you share one of these thoughts with your girlfriend? I'm sure I'll like it.'

'I don't think you decided to stay with your back very closely to the desk only to take position to look much more indecently. I suppose you wouldn't mind to appear on the top of this table.' Imogen grinned.

'It's most indecent thought, isn't it?'

'No, dear, it's second thought only.'

'Only second?! Idgie, you know whatever else you think is not what we would want to happen,' Constance commented. However, the idea seemed appealing, even if she didn't want to reveal it. 'In this case, I'm sure you don't mind to appear on top of the desk, but this won't happen.'

'You will do it the best way.'

'I can do it in much more comfort place than on a wooden table.'

'It sounds wonderfully, but I want this.' Imogen didn't wait a comment; she kissed Constance on the lips and her actions were met greedily.

'What do you want to say about such a kiss? It was your thought number zero, yes?'

'No, dearest, it's not something I can call indecent.'

'Your parents would faint as soon as they heard such words. I don't even say about their possible reaction if they would know you were a reason why I became very emotional; although they know real me only partly.'

Imogen couldn't resist doing what she wanted suddenly. Constance's position could be called 'do whatever you want', and the flying teacher was unable not to take advantage of the situation. She put her hand on breasts, and rubbed there a bit, although the thick dress didn't allow to feel own actions as she wanted.

'Didn't you want the dress not be a barrier? You want to have a better access to my body, don't you?' It wasn't enough for the potions mistress too, but she liked these actions.

'What do you want to suggest, dear?'

'Go to bed; there will be something mmm . . . better.'

'At first, I have to put the dress off.'

'You have to put something off yourself too.'

Soon, Constance and Imogen were dressed in undergarments only. The lass let her girlfriend to undress her.

They appeared on the bed finally— it was second start almost, but they needed to get rid of some more clothes to have much more access to each other's bodies.

The witches put off each other's bras, and Constance did lay on the bed to give Imogen possibility to met any of her wishes.

Caresses were tender, but it was more bold and indecent than earlier. The brunette's moans were the best proofs that she wanted much more, but didn't want to admit.

A gentle breasts massage was about to turn into much more, and the lass needed a confirmation. She decided not to ask, but start and reaction will show— whether she was right or not.

Imogen leaned down and sucked and licked left breast for few moments which was met by a moan. She looked up smiling widely only to see her beautiful hard-breathing girlfriend who wanted continuation of wonderful actions which finished accidentally. 'More . . .'

'I promised to meet all of your wishes, didn't I?' Imogen asked before she started sucking and licking breasts again— left one and then right one.

'It was so wonderfully. You give me a brilliant idea also.'

'It was very far from modest actions.' The P.E. teacher grinned.

'I very want to meet all of you wishes,' Constance said when Imogen had lay on the bed and the witch started to caress her.

She caressed almost every barely part of skin. There was much pleasure, especially if think that the younger witch wore nothing except pants.

The potions teacher reached breasts finally, but she started with a gentle massage too.

Imogen couldn't wait when Constance will do much more than ever— the same what Imogen did to her.

The Potions teacher smirked and started sucking and licking left breast. The witch didn't look up— moan was enough to continue actions she enjoyed a lot.

'And now I'll do something for right breast.' It was said before another breast had got much of 'attention'.

Constance sat straight on the bed— well, she tried too. It was not simply after a position she had took until few seconds ago, and according her actions were very lesbian.

The witch felt that something is wrong with her face. It was consequences of their wonderful actions— her face was covered with sweat a bit.

Constance took a big white rag and wiped sweat off her face.

'Darling, could you imagine that what we were doing to each other will lead to this?' The witch asked when they were dressed and her face had been clean again.

'Your sweat proves that it was very pleasantly spent time.'

XXX

The rest of the day witches spend in the library. They both loved to read, and it was pleasure to talk to each other about favourite books.

'Dearest, I have found a book about Flying which look more like a study guide for a Flying teacher.' The brunette handed a book to her girlfriend. 'I don't even know why I have noticed the book only now. Most of books were inherited along with the house.'

'Oh, it's a brilliant book!' Imogen exclaimed when she had read contents.

'I'm very glad you liked the book. It will help you to be ready to first lessons even better. Maybe I'll find something about Physical Educations?' Few hours earlier, she didn't think that she will find a book about Flying— a study guide which Imogen needed; maybe her search will succeed?

'It would be very helpful, but anyway, I shall try to be a good P.E. teacher.'

'As I said you many times earlier, you will, darling, I do believe in you.'

The younger witch smiled at these words. Can I try my luck and shall search too?

Of course, dear, it's our house and we can do everything equally.

Imogen searched here and there, and eventually she saw a book which drew her attention somehow. When the witch took the book out and had read the title, she barely forced herself not shouting out of joy. The future Physical Education teacher was holding the book titled 'Our Friend Run' and smiled widely. When she had read the introduction, the witch was unable not to share her happiness.

'Const, I have found something!' She shouted much quieter than was about to few minutes ago.

'P.E.-something?' The potions mistress asked with hope.

'I have found a treasure,' the lass replied and show the book.

'Idgie, you're very lucky. I thought we came to here only because I need to take some things before new term, but we found important books for you; I'm very glad, my darling.'

XXX

They did not go outside, so there was no much choice of food— they could eat only something what was created by magic. Magic food and drinks hadn't differences from normal ones almost; however eating non-magic food was much better. The witches weren't hungry, but they looked forward to tomorrow when they'll go to a local supermarket to buy food.

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* Wee = little, cannae = cannot in Scottish English.

** Idea for this (the dress and consequences of what happened in the bed before) took from S1E2 When We Feast at the Midnight (4:19 - 4:27).