It was their first morning at home. The witches needed to go shopping; because magical food is not as tasty as normal one.

Constance Hardbroom awoke first. She didn't know how long she needs to wait, but it wasn't matter. The woman wanted to read a book which was lying on the bedside table. After pondering during few moments, she decided not to— the view of her amazing girlfriend was far better. The Potions teacher was fascinated. The food shopping will wait, until Imogen awoke, at least.

The brunette could spend so long time in spite of she was looking forward to everything they will do on this day.

Soon, Imogen opened eyes. Nonetheless, the potions mistress didn't tear her gaze.

'Do you plan to stare at me during all day? By the way, good morning.' Imogen opened eyes and was looking intentionally at her girlfriend.

'Good morning, why not? I was unable to stop. You're so beautiful.'

'I'd want to look at you sleeping too. I hope I shall have this opportunity one day.'

'I don't think it will happen, but I want it; because I want for you everything you want.'

'Thank you, dear.'

'You deserve everything the best because you're a wonderful person.'

'I can say you exactly the same. In this case, I deserve you and moreover, I deserve whatever I want at this moment.'

'You want go shopping to buy something to eat, yes?'

'No, not now. It will be later. Of course, we need normal food.'

'What doesn't let you to do it?'

'One particular dark-haired witch.' Imogen answered without thinking.

'Me? I don't delay you at all.'

It could be flirting; anyway, whatever it was, they liked it very much.

'Yes, you; above all, we're at home for the first time— it's our first morning here.'

'Don't you want to eat at first?'

'No, if my moral hunger could be compared with somebody alive, it's roaring very loudly.'

'My presence makes you roaring inwardly? If I was an emotional person much earlier, you could seduce me by these words.'

'These decent words turn you on so strongly that you would say "I'm yours" even if you not liked me before?'

'These words are indecent and I like them so much. My moral hunger increased a bit during last few minutes.'

'Don't deceive yourself, love. It may seem a bit, but it will be much more very soon; although I don't believe your words.'

'Actions speak louder than words.'

'In this case, my actions will be screaming.'

'After such words you can still claim everything you've said is indecent, yes?'

'No, but we like it very much. Do you want to feel how loud my actions will be?' Imogen asked stroking Constance's hip.

'Yes, in case if the beginning will lead to something very interesting; because it's very promising.'

'It will lead to something very interesting, but only if you will behave yourself very well.'

'It seems you forgot who was a teacher and who was a pupil.'

'I do remember, form mother, but it was not matter for you few days ago. On the day when I returned to Cackle's, you said me, "You know how to please your Constance". Nothing was matter then, only our strong love.'

'It was the day of freedom when we broke everything what was between us what not let us to be very close, if there left something like this. Although I hardly believe there was something except my awkwardness at first.'

Imogen laughed, 'Any walls which were between us, were broken much earlier.'

This insignificant caress seemed like it was non-intentional— there was nothing more still, and Constance decided to act. 'It's going to be something indecent,' the Potions teacher thought. She didn't want to reveal her thoughts; therefore the witch's facial expression not changed even a bit.

She rolled and soon took a very desirable position— Imogen's legs were in between of hers, and her hands were placed at both sides of the blonde's head. In other words, the lass was caught in a trap called Constance while the trap lined over her.

'What is it?' the P.E. teacher wondered.

'I wanted more and decided to act. I'm just curious, maybe somebody other should be docile, but not me? We have to check it right now.'

Imogen liked her position, and whatever following was very appealing.

Constance lined down and kissed the beautiful witch beneath her on the lips. Even then when it was almost second beginning only, their actions were speaking very loud.

'Doesn't somebody wear too much clothes?' The potions mistress asked.

'Too much? Pyjamas and pants can't be considered as too much. You're dressed in nightgown and pants, so it can be too much, in your opinion.'

'Anyway, don't you want to get rid of your clothes and have only pants on?'

'All right, if you want to undress me (I doubt you can miss such a chance), I'll let you only if you'll let me to do the same with you. Plus, as you experienced before, my clothes is better for undressing, because a nightgown doesn't have buttons, and consists from one long part.'

'Maybe it happens unintentionally but you have given me another good idea.'

'In this case, I'll undress your first.'

'All right, dear.'

'. . . It was wonderful, darling. It's your turn to. . .' The P.E. teacher stopped only to change a victim/a trap roles.

'Somebody else should be in a trap too.'

'You said it as if I disagree. I'd like to be in a different position.'

'I knew you won't mind, but in this case, it will be even better.'

'. . . Well, who has been a docile person?' Imogen asked, devouring Constance's body by eyes. Her turn was over, but she wanted more still.

'Idgie, I suppose you have satisfied your moral hunger.'

'Yes, but here can never be such a thing as being completely morally full. By the way, you haven't answered my question.'

'No matter how I wanted this to not happen— we both were. Did you tease me on purpose to make me to be this docile person you wanted?'

'Kind of; you did the same to me, didn't you? If say about the beginning when you did this trap, I couldn't say a word— it was bloody brilliant in every single way. Then I thought about something you might do. . . It wasn't happen, so it doesn't matter.'

'What did you want?' Constance asked impatiently.

'I don't want to give you any ideas; even if they're not indecent. Somebody might say it is, but it isn't, in my opinion.'

'Something a bit indecent, maybe not even a bit. . . What can it be?' The dark-haired with was pondering out loud, but then added inwardly, 'What if I shall perform every trap-related a bit or not a bit indecent thought? Idgie will like it. I can't miss such a pleasure for both of us.'

Not saying a word, Constance took the same position as when it was her beginning.

'You want to perform any thoughts which may come to your mind to find out what I wanted?'

'If I wasn't so sure, I'd say you read my mind.'

'Doesn't it a wonderful to have similar thoughts?'

'It's bloody brilliant, darling.'

Imogen looked at her girlfriend and smiled.

'No, not this; it must be something different. Not this too.'

'Not what?' it was Imogen's time to very want to know.

'I try to guess what you wanted.'

'Maybe you won't.' The witch didn't know whether it was said as a challenge, or she really meant it.

'I shan't?' It was unfair, and the answer suddenly came to the witch's mind. 'How about this?' They were wearing nothing except pants still, and this promised a very good effect.

Constance almost completely covered Imogen by herself. 'You wanted this?'

'Oooh,' the blonde breathed. She didn't thought it will be so great. Feeling of Constance's body on hers was above any wishes.

'We should take advantage of our position.'

'Mmm, more would be very good.'

'. . . We have to stand up.' The Potions mistress said in about fifteen minutes.

'Const, please.'

'I thought everything was over before I performed a trap second time.'

'All right.' Imogen moved away, took a small pillow and throw it in Constance.

The pillow placed right into the Potions teacher's hands.

'You need to know, I'm good at catching flying objects. I haven't used magic even.'

Imogen sighted; because she wanted the pillow to reach the destination.

'Also, I read somewhere that everybody can be passionate, but only real lovers can be silly together.'

'Wow, these are great words.'

'Your actions was a reason why I remembered this phrase. Yes, I like this too. Oh, by the way, what's about food? If moral hunger satisfied, it doesn't mean a stomach is full.'

'I'd like to eat something. I suppose, we have to confine our hunger by magic food before we shall go out.'

'Yes, alas, we haven't another possibility.'

'In this case, stand up.'

The witches dressed and then went to the bathroom. After this was over, they went to the kitchen.

'Well, if we can't have normal food, magic has to help another time.'

'Don't say me it's trivial or we're selfish.'

'Idgie, I don't even think about it. Why it came to your mind?'

'It seemed for me that you thought so.'

'When people has nothing to eat, nobody can call them selfish or it's trivial to make food when they're starving.'

'You've calmed me.'

'We'll calm each other more after shopping.'

'Don't tease me.'

'I have no intention for it. You needed to stand up earlier to prevent any complains now.'

'I'd prefer to starve, but morally devouring you body and ask you to do the same to me.'

'Don't tease me.'

'I don't, I just said. Now, let's eat.'

'. . . And we can go shopping now!' Imogen smiled widely.

'Of course, but we have to study later. I want you to be a very good teacher. I know you will, but we have to study for this. Also, apart preparation for your job, I'll be study you everything I know and can to do as we decided.'

'I shall be looking forward to this. Don't tease me, love.'

'I don't, I just said what we shall do. Even if I did, it can count fair, even if you were teasing me accidentally. In this case, it's a draw.'

XXX

The weather was good. In spite of this, as a proverb says, 'never leave a home without an umbrella', the witches took additional things. Of course, they would use magic when nobody will be around, but it was much better to take umbrellas.

'This doesn't make us non-witches.' Constance said. 'It makes us prepared to any prank weather can play. Plus, we needn't to search for a place with no people.'

It's so good to be able to go in the shop where's food everywhere, knowing it's completely non-magical food. It was wonderful for both witches. They have never enjoyed shopping, but looking back, they could say they enjoyed it for the first time in their lives.

On the way home, the witches couldn't resist to use some magic when nobody watched. Their bags looked as before, but they became very light as if there was a thin newspaper in each.

They both though about the same— it was a trivial and selfish purpose. On the other hand, it doesn't mean they, for example, made a shovel to dig a hole by itself, so it was fair.

Lunch was going to be very tasty.

XXX

'What was you're more looking forward to— to study or to lunch?'

'I might say lunch if I haven't such a wonderful teacher who's going to teach me very soon and if I don't like to study as much as I do.'

'Thank you, love. I must be very proud of last part of sentence; I would say the same. I like to study very much.'

'These two books very good, so I'd want to start with subjects I'll b teach in less than a month.'

'You'll have a reward for this every later evening from your former form mistress.'

'Another reason why I wanted to come back to Cackle's Academy very much.'

'No, it was first reason. Everything else wasn't so important. We know it very well.'

'We do, but it will be between us. We did hide a real reason, but it will be no matter what.'

The witches studied until lunch. The books were very good, but none of them was supposed to use by a future teacher. It was Constance's time to share her knowledge and skills about how to teach pupils.

Lunch was really tasty. The teachers enjoy it a lot.

If some stranger would see them, this person would never say they were a teacher and a pupil in the past. They're relatives, maybe. Girlfriends? No! It's ridiculous. They'll find husbands and will have families. Husbands? If the witches would hear such an opinion, they would laugh and couldn't stop. They're a family. They'll be together until the very end, full stop.

'Want to study again?' Constance asked, but when she saw a bright smile in reply, she knew the question was unnecessary.

XXX

'Few days ago, I thought how it would be if we work not in a boarding school, but somewhere where we would go home in the evening. On the other hand, we would have had a tiny chance to meet and no chance to be together and fell in love as strongly as we did.'

'I wouldn't trade it for nothing.'

'I wouldn't too, but if imagine. . .'

'What would forbid me to meet all of your wishes and vise versa? Silencing spell works well.'

'If any person in the Academy would know about it, she would say I seduced you and I'm a pervert.'

'Don't you dare to say such a drivel. If only somebody could saw even one of my looks, they would know everything at once.'

'"Constant vigilance" is better, yes?'

'Of course, but kiss such a wonderful girlfriend is a way better.'

'I wouldn't mind.'

'. . . Const, you drive me crazy. The kiss was hot, wonderful and amazing.'

'I can say that one wonderful blonde witch unintentionally bewitched me, and I'm under this inexistent spell at this very moment still and shall be always.'

XXX

The witches were lying in the bed, going to sleep soon.

'Honestly, I wouldn't mind for something happened years ago. I know I had never had a chance and I had to remain a teacher even when there was nobody in the Potions Laboratory during our private lessons.'

'You crossed a line between us a bit, and you know it better than anybody. Honestly, I wouldn't mind too. There's an anti-feminist Camille Anna Paglia who said, "Gay men can seek sex without emotions, lesbians often end up emotions without sex." I have no idea how she guessed it, but she's absolute right. This is what you did to me. We had an emotional connection before anything else. I loved it so much.'

'I loved it so much too. Oh, this quote. It's one of my favourite. Believe me, I've not thought about these words before you mentioned them now. Years ago, I thought that it's a great quote and suits to very many lesbians, but I shall never be one of them. I was a shy logician; I could not imagine I'll have a girlfriend who not being one yet will made me maybe more emotional than any lesbian from Paglia's wise quote.'

'Firstly, "often" isn't "always"; secondly, lesbians do something else in free time. It doesn't limited by kisses, even if they are very hot. And this something is what lesbians do mostly. Palgia was wrong.'

'Yes, and we're a good example.'

'I guess what my parents would say, if they knew what I would want. They would say I'm a pervert or something like this.'

'A pervert who bewitched own female teacher without magic? No, it should be something different, teleiophilia, for example.'

'Attract or erotic interest to somebody who's considerable older. Experienced by young individuals mostly.'

'Yes, "attract or erotic interest", but not just "bunch of emotions". Although I'm not very fit to what we can call "teleiophilia". . .'

'You do fit, plus you were my teacher and form mistress which made the forbidden fruit sweeter. This fact couldn't stop me want to be with you; it just made me think it's impossibly. When I first saw you, my intuition "said" me that you're the one I need, and I intuitively realised how I should behave myself with you. I knew nothing about your feelings until our mutual confession started by you.'

'Our recent actions proved again how wrong you were. It was possibly; because we both wanted the same. I didn't wish it during long time, but then. . . It was strange when I had an outburst of emotions for the first time. At first, I couldn't explain to myself why it happened, but a reason was found very soon. "Idgie," I whispered quietly, sitting on a bed in my room. There came time in my life when I wanted very strongly to be with you. I knew you had feelings for me, but I had no idea what kind they were. Love to a teacher? Love to mother? Or lesbian love, maybe? If only you knew how strongly I wanted to hold you in my embraces and say that after you will have finished Weirdsiter College, we shall never be apart from each other.'

'Don't forget, I promised you to come back. By the way, why you never embraced me while I was a pupil?'

'When you said you will come back, it was later— it was your last day as Cackle's pupil. You not just came back; you had surprise from me. Why? I knew if I let myself to start, I shan't stop.'

'As we said few times, the kiss was great, but your words "I was your since I confessed my love to you" were the best part of your surprise. You're the most unobtainable person I've ever known, and this amazing woman said she was mine.'

'I shall always be your, my dearest.'

'I shall always be your, my love. I could say it on the first day even. My intuition was absolutely right. You're a great person; moreover, a person who capable of doing such things in private that any lesbian would envy me if she knew.'

'In this case, any lesbian should envy me for having such an amazing person like you.'

'Summing up, lesbians should envy our love which they alas, don't have and won't have; because such love is rare.'

'They miss a lot.' Constance smiled happily.

'Dear, can you imagine what you would do if we were in a different situation and there wouldn't be a ban?'

'I had to deal with my shyness and awkwardness at first.'

'Imagine, you're more confident, and it's come to point that you either do something with me or you will almost explode soon.'

'Idgie, your words give me different indecent ideas.'

'What if you knew I shall support you, no matter what you want; because I want anything with you?'

'A table would be enough for first day, I suppose.'

'A table?! Please, say, you're joking.'

'You wouldn't mind it, would you? It would be pleasure for me to left you in nothing except pants— only one thin undergarment— and I would caress every inch of your perfect body. Then my acts would become bolder, and it would be time to impudently pay attention to your breasts— caresses, sucking, licking. The whole thing would include some hot kisses, of course.'

'I don't know about first day, but you can perform it someday.' Imogen was shocked. It was indecent, but desirable.

'If not think about a confession, really, I would embrace you and this would lead to a kiss on the lips; because I couldn't restrain myself. The table-something sounds good, but not comfortable, plus it's not what would happen on first day.'

'What if a bed or a couch wouldn't available?'

'It doesn't matter; because it's available for us— at home or at school, it doesn't matter. When we're at Cackle's, Silencing spell is our most important helper, so there's almost close to what happens when we have holidays.'

'It will be hard to share a kiss even; therefore we'll have to wait lights off.'

'Of course, it won't be like "Miss Drill, can I have a word with you in my room?" If I shall want to discuss something with you, we'll go to staff room or to the Potions Laboratory at least.'

'Second variant is not good; because there occurred something much more than a modest talk. On the other hand, it happened when all the pupils left the school, so there was no chance for unwilling invasions.'

'If we were absolutely sure nobody will enter, it could occur in the staff room as well.'

'Stop giving me wonderful ideas.'

'Another addition to the list of what you like or would want and what I have to remember.'

'My list about you has a few points.'

'Do you want to sleep? Maybe, we'll dream about something else we can add to our lists.'

'Alas, we can't force ourselves to dream about something we want, but it would be good.'

Maybe their wishes will come true, who knows?