During next few days, the witches did many things. Of course, study in the Potions Laboratory wasn't a very good idea— the room delayed too much often. But who could resist to go to there if desire to study Potions is very strong?

'I'll teach you how to brew Amortentia.' Constance said like it was an offer to go for a walk.

If Imogen didn't sit on a bed, she would have fallen with shock. 'Why? You taught me how to brew many difficult potions, but never this one.'

'All right, I'll tell you truth. I was going to teach you how to brew Amortentia, but later when it was your fourth semester, even a thought about this was a horror. It was not about the potion itself, of course. I was attracted to you already. I couldn't imagine lying to you. If you would ask me how the potion smells for me . . .' Constance sighted. '. . . I would say truth. Apart from anything else, this potions smells like you. I couldn't lie, but I couldn't say that I have feelings for you. It wasn't so strongly then. I read in the Potions book that "If you love somebody and spent at least full 24 hour in general with this person, one of the potion's smells is the smell of this person".'

'In this case, I know one of smells of Amortentia for me. I'm sure it would be so after I spent with you 24 hours in general. I suppose it doesn't matter whether these people were alone or not?'

'The only thing that matters is these two people should be together— no matter alone or not.'

'What would be if you asked me how the potion smells for me?'

'It would be dishonestly partly. All right, look at me.'

'Imogen, how Amortentia smells for you?' Constance half-smiled, looking at her smartest pupil.

'I would say everything, except one.'

'I think you've missed one smell.'

'"I . . . um . . . " I wouldn't have force myself to say truth. I wouldn't have said how strongly I love you and how many you did to me apart from study.'

'Well, you know a reason why very well now. The confession happened only because I couldn't hide my feelings longer. It was not a good relationship between a teachers and her pupil, not an interaction between two females. It was a start of a bond— a thread which stretched out from one heart to other. It became a bit thicker all the time, and to the time you left Cackle's, this thread turned into a hawser. We can't feel or see it, and it doesn't exist really. It's what we feel to each other. Even if we would be apart during much longer time, it wouldn't matter. If we were meant for each other, there has nothing which can destroy our feelings— distance is nothing.'

'It was hard sometimes, though, but I knew that despite of any distance we love each other and wish the best.'

The witches came to the Potions Laboratory and started to prepare ingredients for the potion. When it was over, they could start brewing.

In spite of Imogen was a great potion brewer, Constance was explaining what to do. Except instructions, the lass could look at her girlfriend— they both were brewing Amortentia.

It was rare when they were brewing the same potion. Usually, Constance explained Imogen what to do and how to do, and watched for her smartest pupil. The witches loved these lessons; they loved spending time together. If they could watch everything what happened then like it was a film . . . They would have never said when teacher-pupil relationship started to grow to turn into love until the very end.

Time passed, and the potion was ready almost.

'It has to boil during five minutes, and we can turn the fire off.'

There was no need to tell or explain the potion's smells.

As soon as Imogen smelled Ammortentia, there was only one strong smell— others were only barely noticed background. 'Constance . . .' She said like if the dark-haired witch wasn't here. It seemed like the lass had remembered happy moments with Constance.

When the Potions teacher smelled Amortentia, she said 'Imogen' with tenderness like her girlfriend did before. She didn't even said 'Idgie'; because it's how she called the smartest pupil in the beginning. Later, she started to call her "Idgie" inwardly.

'Love, I want to confess you something. I brewed Amortentia one time when you studied at Weirdsister College. I needed to feel you a bit closer; even if it was a smell only.'

'It's very good; I'm very glad you did something to feel yourself a bit better.'

Imogen put silencing spell on the door.

Everybody needs breaks in study. The witches spent this time very productively. They were far from straight, so it's obviously what kind of breaks they had.

'I'm going to go further at this time. What will you say when I'll undress you right here?'

'You have no right to do such a thing to your for—'

Imogen interrupted, 'The former form mistress? No, you're my girlfriend; plus you said that you were mine since the day of confession when I was in fifth semester.'

'In this case, you can't deny that you were mine since the very first day we met.'

'Of course I was.'

'It means that you wouldn't mind . . .' Constance said nothing more, but she used a spell to remove clothes off of Imogen.

'Have you ever thought that your former pupil will ever be standing here in nothing but pants being undressed by a spell which was cast by you?'

'I would never imagine being so emotional, not even saying about this. If think about what happened since you came back, nothing like this seems strange.'

'How about this?' Imogen said nothing more, but used a spell to make Constance almost completely naked. 'It would be better to be in a bedroom.'

'If you want me to transport us to a bedroom of one of us, I'll say no. I want this to happen right here and right now. I don't see a problem that we don't have a bed here.'

'You mean. . . You want . . .'

'No, a table may seem good, but it doesn't.'

'What will you suggest then?'

'Give me your hand, and I'll show you all my fantasies.'

'Can I use some of them towards you?'

'Probably, but after what I'll do to you, your imagination will increase a lot.'

Constance led Imogen to the near wall.

'You'll never be able to be here as if nothing happened.' These were other words than the lass said earlier, but they meant the same.

'Nothing's matter, love.' Constance stepped back to take a proper look at Imogen. The lass almost devoured her girlfriend's body in reply by hungry eyes.'

'Idgie, stop; you're driving me crazy.'

'Somebody wanted to show me all the fantasies.'

'You're looking at me the way like you have many fantasies, not me. Your look makes me want you more; although it almost impossibly.'

'The view of your naked girlfriend staying near the wall increases your fantasies, I suppose.'

'First, you're wearing pants; second, you're almost completely pressed to the wall.'

'I thought your fantasies don't let you delay by looking at me; even if the look seems wonderful for you.'

'It's not for me only. You're looking wonderful.'

'If you not start right now, it will be my turn. You're looking great, and I can't wait to show how strongly I love you.'

'I want to look at the masterpiece at first.'

'If this master— I mean mistress who "created" me would hear such a statement, she wouldn't believe own ears.'

'There was a master too.'

'I know, but mistress was more important.'

'I suppose, master would have been very shocked too if he saw us now.'

'Here's nobody except us, so we mustn't think about something not very good what could happen if . . .'

'We can embody our wishes. When it will be a school year we shan't have a possibility to do what we want wherever we want.'

Constance was sure her acts will have a very good reaction, but of course she couldn't know how concretely it will be. She had no idea what her start will cause exactly.

It was one of most beautiful but a bit indecent things she had thought about ever. The dark-haired witch kneeled in front of her girlfriend and looked up at her. It was more than "I want you"; it was "I'm completely and utterly yours" also.

Imogen opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

'We can say the beginning was quite successful.' Constance smiled. 'Do you want to reveal my fantasies? I know some people would say the beginning was indecent. If judge what I'm going to do this way, it will be much more indecent.'

Acts were a bit different, but wonderful as always. It was way more interesting than any rest. The witches forget that it was a rest, it wasn't matter.

Constance stood up to continue what she did so successfully. 'I wouldn't be able to do what I have done if we were in a bed. Lack of a bed can be very good sometimes.' The dark-haired witch smiled with pleasure. She came very closely, so their naked bodies touched each other.

'Oooh . . .' They reacted simultaneously. Finally, Constance stepped back a bit— closeness was amazing, but here was a lot she wanted to do.

'. . . Repeat it . . . again.' Imogen asked it a few minutes.

'This? I'd like too.'

It was more than a rest or a reward; it was pure happiness. Who knows when they won't be alone?

'My fantasies are good, aren't they?' Constance asked when she finally decided to finish.

'I wish my imagination was so great like yours.'

'You're my inspiration. You must be grateful to yourself.'

'What do you mean?'

'If I wasn't so emotional, I wouldn't have had such fantasies.'

'As I said many times, I couldn't hope to be with you. Your great fantasies are a wonderful addition to being your girlfriend.'

'Do you want to show me all your fantasies?'

'Anything I can think about is nothing if compare with what you did to me.'

'Really? In this case, I should give you a hint— any insignificant idea can be turned into wonderful acts if you'll change your tactics.'

'I should try; I'm sure it will work.'

Imogen kneeled to fully use her turn. She supposed how to improve her ideas, but it wasn't something concrete. The lass let her hands to decide what to do.

It wasn't hard to believe in success now, but here were doubts. It seems for Imogen that her acts weren't very good anyway.

Constance refuted all the doubts— her reaction was the best proof. 'So good.' Here were other goof proofs later too.

After some time, the lass stood up finally. She needed to show other fantasies.

'. . . I loved your reaction, but it would be better if you wouldn't have moaned so often.' Imogen said when she did everything she wanted.

'It was impossible not to. But when you do such things with my breasts . . . If I wouldn't have been pressed to the wall, I would have fallen, no doubts.'

'I suppose you don't mean when I caressed you there?'

'It was wonderful, but when you were doing such things by your tongue and mouth even . . .'

'You should thank yourself partly. Your advice is what made it much better.'

'It was my advice, but fantasies were yours. Thank you, love, for make me feel so wonderfully.'

'Thank you so much too.'

XXX

'It can't last forever.' Constance didn't want to upset Imogen, but it was truth they had to face. 'The teachers will be back very soon.'

'We have a few days, don't we? It's morning now.'

'I hope so.' The dark-haired witch replied, trying to reassure them both.

'Anyway, we have our secret.'

'We're girlfriends and "constant vigilance" will be on.'

'This is too, but I meant something different.'

'About how wonderful we spent over a half of holidays?'

'Very closely; I meant our home.'

'It was the best time of our lives, and I would want to repeat it during next holidays.'

'I hope we shan't spend some days here. I suppose it's enough that February is shortest month of the year.'

'We'll spend whole holidays at home— you and I and nobody else. "Constant vigilance" will be off, of course.'

'If you wouldn't want to tease me, you wouldn't have said it so detailed.'

'I didn't even say what we can do there. It can't tease at all.'

'Well, let's think positively. Can here be something preventing us to have our time alone?'

'Yes, nothing; you know how to cheer me up.'

'I do it for both of us. We really need it.'

'We can much more still.'

'Is it a suggestion?'

'It's my turn to cheer us up.'

'I want to see and hear your wonderful reaction at my acts.'

'I want it so much too. I love your reaction. However, do you know what we have to do before we'll start anything?'

'We're at Cackle's, so we have to put silencing spell to used use it when it will be a school year. We've done it every time since we had come back to the castle. No need to remind me this.'

'I wanted to say that no matter if you're very hungry morally, you have to wait— rule is rule.'

'This tiny amount of time we'll spend to put a spell is not wasted time towards what we're going to do; it's the proof that it will happen. I hope you know how strongly I want to touch your great body and how strongly I want to please you. I can't wait to undress you. I want to kiss you so much. No matter what I want, this spell is more important and will be first.'

Imogen put silence spell, and came back in the bed.

'I've done what I needed. After a spell is on, you can leave me in only pants.'

'Do you know how it hard to wait when you do such a wonderful work trying to turn me on?'

'If I see humidity in your pants, or if you drool, I would say "yes". Plus, I don't want to turn you on. I suppose you are by only your own suggestion. Your words turn me on too.'

'Didn't I tell you that it's dishonestly to tease me so strongly?'

'Not unless my words will turn into real acts very soon.'

'Your words do a great work, although as you've said, my own suggestion turns me on. I'd want to make you happy right now. I wouldn't mind to see again what your pyjamas hide. I can imagine very well how I'll be doing it.'

'By the way, if we wouldn't have talked about what we want and how we want it, it could happen much earlier. Words are great, but we're lying in the same bed, so we can do much more.'

'You're right, but we need to decide who of us will be embodying her wishes first.'

'It doesn't matter; because every of us will receive her portion of happiness.'

'What will be now?'

'How about a kiss at first?'

'Sounds good.'

'It will be much better to do.'

The lass moved close to girlfriend and kiss her on the lips. It started as a gentle kiss which turned out into not very gentle one.

'Oh, love; you know how to motivate me.'

'It impossible for such a hot kiss to not has this result. I wonder what you'll do if I . . .' Constance put her hand under pyjamas' top and caressed stomach for a few moments.

'I would say more. Undress me, please.'

'We'll play for a bit and then your clothes will be off.'

'It will be a very sexual game, I suppose.'

'Not yet, love. We need to wait for it to be a very sexual game. Everything needs a start.'

'. . . I can't . . . Please . . . touch me there.' Constance didn't put the trousers off even; she unbuttoned the top and was about to put it off.'

'I may guess what my acts do to you, but I have no idea what you're begging me to do. I caressed you enough.'

'Not enough . . . never enough.' Imogen took her girlfriend's hands and put them on own breasts. 'Oooh . . .' she breathed out with happiness. There was nothing yet, but the feeling of Constance's hands on her breasts was so good.

'Such an indecent suggestion. Do you think I can resist it? I suppose I should undress you at first. On the other hand, I can do a bit now. Nothing covers your breasts, so . . .'

As soon as the dark-haired witch started to caress her girlfriend's breasts, Imogen moaned. It was louder than when Constance caressed her there through pyjamas' bottom.

'I'm glad you like it.' The witch chuckled. 'How about more? But for this, you have to be a bit up.'

'Imogen arched to give a better access to her body.'

'Such a perfect position.' After this, Constance put the top off.

The lass breathed hard in anticipation.

'I love your reaction, dearest.'

Here was much more as every time— every touch was a pleasure for both witches.

Here were kisses afterwards.

'Why you don't ask me to relax?' It wasn't a very good question, but the Potions teacher wanted to do what she asked about. She wanted to see her girlfriend's reaction so much.

'I don't want you to be covered with my saliva.'

'All right, you can undress me at first, and then I'll relax. I wouldn't mind if you lick your saliva off my body.'

'Const, where do you take your ideas from?'

'They appeared in my head. I don't know a place where I could borrow such a good ideas or any even bad ones.'

'Here won't be such a reaction of course, even if it will be closely. I'd want to caress you without any very shocking actions before which will be performed by you.'

'It was a suggestion I hoped you'll agree with.'

The witches switched their roles; it was Imogen's time to give happiness to Constance.

It was wonderful acts to start a day with. Of course, Constance liked to meet any wishes of her girlfriend, but she liked when Imogen do it to her.

'. . . I can continue if you want.'

If the dark-haired witch was in a state when she could express her thoughts normally, she would say, 'Mmm, I'd like to. You don't like to leave work unfinished, do you? I don't even say that you search any excuse to satisfy your moral hunger by caress me.' Instead of this, she said, 'Please.'

Long time passed before Imogen knew she should stop. 'Everything good has the end finally.'

'I wish it wasn't. You were amazing.'

'We should change activity to something else. The bed can wait time after dinner.'

'Idgie, we shan't go outside together during a school year. I mean, not just go outside because of something towards girls, but to do something together without anybody else.'

'Yes, unless the teachers will be so kind to do our duties of this day. It won't happen; because we need a reason to leave. It's definitely not "two lesbians want to go out".'

'So we need to have everything we can until we can have it. Even when here will be other teachers we can go outside too still.'

'We're very good friends, aren't we?'

'Let's others think so. If I were straight, I'd want to have such a wonderful best friend.'

'So would I, love. We're not straight; we enjoy each other's company in a very different way.'

'An example of which we've experienced, yes?'

'It's definitely better than spend time like straight females do.'

'People are different, and we have a right to do what we want to do the way we want, but we have to do it the way nobody knows anything.'

'Yes, but please promise me that as soon as holiday start, we'll go straight home.'

'I can't promise you to go straight somewhere. We're lesbians, so I can guarantee that we'll go home at the very beginning of holidays without delay.'

'This wonderful word play again. Yes, I meant exactly what you've said.'

Imogen was ready to be a teacher, so there was nothing that couldn't let the witches to go outside.

Looking at their clothes, nobody could say they're witches. Lesbians? Well, such a thing as two females holding hands isn't an absolute proof. Even if somebody guessed, they wouldn't have denied. Their love is too strong to lie about it if it's obviously. They didn't want somebody in the Academy or relatives to guess, so "constant vigilance" is a great helper.

During their walk, the witches met different people. If they could know a reaction of some of then, it would cause wonder. These people thought they're very good friends. A few of them wanted to have such a good friendship even. If they knew reality, they wouldn't have wanted to be lesbians or gays when they were not bisexuals even, but absolutely straight.

Cackle's teachers took food with themselves, so they didn't need to come back to the Academy to have lunch.

Imogen and Constance went back in the evening when it was time to eat dinner.

Two witches entered the castle holding hands. They were going to continue their very good day by even more good events.