A/N: The chapter takes place on 25 August, late 1950's or early 1960's (dates go along with the books; age is similar to the actresses').

When Constance awoke, she felt herself not like usually. It wasn't about health— it was very good. It wasn't about remaining time— a school year will start anyway. It was anticipation of what will be soon. Alas, 'soon' was unknown amount of time, and wishing it to be very short couldn't change reality. The witch put silencing spell on the door and walls to have possibility to start without delay.

It seemed as a few hours have passed, but it was only fifteen minutes before Imogen awoke.

'Good morning,' the lass looked by her green eyes into dark brown ones.

'Good morning, my dearest.' Constance couldn't wait any more. She leaned and kissed her beautiful girlfriend on the lips.

The witches shared a gentle kiss. Imogen had a question towards what happened.

'It was addition to "Good morning"? In this case, how about a spell?'

'A spell is on, of course. I have awoken fifteen minutes before you and during this time I couldn't wait to kiss you and not only.'

'In this case I want to check your ability to resist. Before you start, I need to take a good position.'

'Being in such an emotional state it will be impossible for me to resist.'

'I knew. The one I said was only a warning about what I am going to do. Our time alone is over almost. I can't miss an opportunity to do what I want.'

Imogen was very relaxed and her pose wasn't completely decent if say very honestly.

When Constance looked at her girlfriend, she couldn't find right words to describe perfectness which she was staring at.

'What do you say?'

'I wonder why I'm not drooling.'

'In other words, my attempt succeeded.'

'I'll show what your perfect look did to me.'

'You said you couldn't wait to do something to me since you awoke.'

'I wanted it very strongly, but this "very strongly" increased during last few minutes.'

'Do you want to share with me what's on your mind?'

'Of course.'

Constance wanted to shock Imogen like she shocked her by own look, so the Potions teacher started to implement her plans almost at once.

These wonderful acts matched perfectly with Imogen's position she took before.

It was paradise on the Earth for both witches.

They always enjoyed the way Constance undressed Imogen, but it was even more wonderful on this day.

'I didn't think I have so many wonderful ideas and it will last so long, but your reaction is too good to stop. I want to hear it again and again.'

'Oooh . . .' It was more than 'I'm very glad'; it was anticipation.

Imogen's responding was the best reward to Constance's acts.

The dark-haired witch forced herself to stop. She liked a lot what she did, but she wanted to be in Imogen's boots too.

'You've finished already?' It was said like the lass wanted more.

'Don't you want to be in my boots?'

'If only you let me to take any indecent position I can think about.'

'What if I say I'd like you to take the same position like I had recently?'

'My reaction is very positive.'

Imogen copied Constance's position. It was wonderful beginning. 'Let's see what will be next.' The blonde witch looked up, smiling happily.

'You should undress me before anything will happen.'

'Undressing will be something too. As you said earlier, "any insignificant idea can be turned into wonderful acts if you'll change your tactics". Well, you know what I'm capable of.'

'I do very well. You turned me, almost asexual lesbian who was one hundred percent logician, into a very emotional person. I had emotions before too, but yelling at pupils when they did or doing something wrong is nothing like say "I'm yours" and mean it and want to prove it whenever fate gives a chance.'

'. . . So, the nightgown is off.'

'Finally.' It was said sarcastically; because Constance wanted more to come quicker.

'If you not enjoyed caresses during undressing, you wouldn't have reacted so wonderfully.'

'Can you . . . start . . . please?' The Potions teacher couldn't even say a sentence normally. It was another proof that caresses during undressing were very good.

Imogen decided to ask something she didn't ask before. It was an indecent suggestion, but she knew Constance will agree. The only thing was unknown— what concretely this response will be. 'Darling, can you do something indecent to yourself?'

'It may drive you crazy a bit. You have to move for this.'

'Please.' It was the lass' time to beg. At this time, she wanted her girlfriend's acts to have such a result.

Constance relaxed and covered breasts by hands. Then she moved right hand a bit up and beckoned Imogen by a forefinger. 'Come here, love, I'm yours.'

During about one minute, Imogen almost glued to the bed— she couldn't get under way.

Finally, the lass came back to where she was recently and started to caress her wonderful Constance.

Quiet moans were almost at once, but when Imogen touched one very sensitive part of body accidentally, reaction was much louder.

'Here . . .' This word was said a bit like 'I beg you'. Even without such an intonation, Imogen wouldn't miss an opportunity to take attention to this part of body. It was only one word, but it turned into caresses and rubbing which were accompanied with moans with pleasure.

Constance didn't put her hands away from breasts still. It was a pleasure for Imogen to move hands away to reveal wonderful part of a naked body.

The lass leaned a bit down, covering Constance's body by hers a bit. 'Get ready, love. It's my turn to drive you crazy.' These words weren't empty promises. Following acts were a very good proof.

It seemed as here was no end, but it was eventually.

The witches smiled at each other.

'Your suggestion was good. I like to do something new; when it has such a good reaction especially.'

'I gave you an idea only. The rest depended on you.'

'Having you, it didn't take time at all. I knew what will meet your expectations; even if you didn't know concretely what you want.'

'I must give us other ideas someday.'

'I'm looking forward to these ideas. They're wonderful always.'

'What if you give us some ideas someday? You have a wonderful imagination towards things like this.'

'I can't guarantee, but I'll try. A teacher can't say such a thing, but if it happens during a school year, it will be much better.'

'We don't know what it will be, but your addition makes it wonderful already.'

'If imagine something like this happen at home when there won't be anybody but us . . .'

'It will be, but until this time, we shan't tease each other this way. '

'This way? Oooh, in this case, we can tease each other sometimes, but differently.'

'Of course; you know, I can't say "no" to tease; because we like it very strongly.'

'Well, doesn't it good think about what will happen in the evening when we'll be together in a bedroom of one of us?'

'When the castle is full of witches, it will be even better.' Imogen teased back.

'In other words, we have events to look forward too.'

'Being with you is better than any rewards we had and shall have.'

'Of course, however we can . . .' Constance didn't finish a sentence and didn't wait a response. She kissed Imogen on the lips gently.

It was a wonderful kiss after which two witches decided to go out from the bed.

'We haven't much time left until a school year. Do you want to fly today?'

It was a suggestion Imogen couldn't refuse. 'Of course; I love you and I love flying— such a wonderful combination.'

'When you studied at Weirdsister College, I thought sometimes how it would be if we fly together. I thought how it would be if we have been near each other not being a teacher and a pupil or a former teacher and a former pupil. I wanted to suggest you to be my girlfriend and say "I'm yours".'

'When I came back to the castle, I knew I came back to you, to be with you; even if I pretended at first it wasn't so. When you asked me something like "Where would you go to if I were at home?" I knew I had lost.'

'I liked this so much. It was wonderfully to flirt with you.'

'It happened accidentally, and result was much better than anything I could expect.'

'If think about what happened to me a year ago . . .' The dark-haired witch sighted before continue, '"Another year apart, last year before we'll be together." I thought. I knew it will be wonderfully, but anything I could imagine wasn't even closely to this unexplainable happiness. When we met for the first time, none of us could think what can happen.'

'As I said earlier, my intuition was right. It was my guide. Your wait paid off a lot.' Imogen smiled, looking at her girlfriend.

'The beginning was wonderful.'

'Yes, our lessons . . .'

Constance interrupted, 'No, I mean the beginning of our love relationship, not the start of friendship-something which was turning into more during most part of your study at Cackle's.'

'I want to eat; do you?' The lass asked.

'Breakfast would be very well right now.'

I'll go to my room to be ready. See you soon at the kitchen. Please, love, hurry. We have big plans for today.

'I'll be ready very soon. When we were flying last time, we discovered a territory not very far from Cackle's, so we'll go farther today.'

Considering the fact Imogen was an athlete, she was ready in about ten minutes, but considering Constance could transport herself from one place to another in a few moments, the witches came to the kitchen almost simultaneously.

'You're quickly.'

'You too, my amazing athlete.'

'I'm looking very much to our flying.'

The teachers decided to cook something quick. Upcoming events were very good, and they didn't want the flying to start later than it can.

'We'll be much farther than last time, so it's more necessarily to take food. In my opinion and according to witch's code, magic food is a last variant.'

Food didn't take much time.

'I suppose we're ready.'

'I can't wait to be in the sky again.'

'So do I.' Constance agreed when the teachers left the kitchen.

In about fifteen minutes the witches were in the sky.

For the flying to be careful, Imogen and Constance almost didn't talk to each other. They had enough time to think.

'Other teachers come back very soon. We'll have some duties, but everything will be almost the same. It will be.' Constance thought trying to reassure herself. Really, she mustn't have worry. 'Constant vigilance' will be on, and when it will be time after lights off and later when the other teachers will go to their rooms, the witches can do anything they'll want.

Imogen's thoughts were similar, but they were positive. Of course, there will be nothing which not let them to be together every late evening.

The witches were flying closely to each other. It was a wonderful feeling— being in the sky with a beloved person.

Of course, they were flying not to observe a beautiful landscape, but it was a very good addition.

They had no destination; they were absolutely free on this day. They were free together. This fact made both withes very happy.

'It doesn't matter what will happen to us. We'll be together— today, tomorrow, always.' Imogen thought.

The teachers took a rest in the middle of their travel. Before continue the flying, they wanted to eat.

'That first building was amazing.'

'What do you say about last one? I think it's much better.' Imogen asked.

'That one too, but for me, first one is more beautiful.'

'Last building we'll see today will be our favourite.'

'How you can be so sure?'

'I though you like the castle of Cackle's Academy.'

'This last! Of course, no matter how disagree we are or shall be, we have the same opinion about the castle of Cackle's Academy.'

The rest of the travel was as good as first part.

The witches almost have flown to Cackle's when they have seen Amelia who was waving to them from the ground.

'Idgie, keep a straight face.' Constance warned her girlfriend. Although they were far from the Headmistress, it was said quietly. 'Constant vigilance' was on already.

'I know what you mean, but it won't be a straight face. We're not straight.' It was said quietly too.

When the witches had reached the land, they came to the Headmistress.

'Hello, Miss Cackle,' two teachers said almost simultaneously. It did not go unnoticed.

'Hello to you both,' Amelia replied, 'I suppose you have had a good time. Constance, as I said at the end of the holidays, "Imogen will need your help at first". . .'

Miss Hardbroom and Miss Drill thought about 'constant vigilance' at once, so the Potions teacher replied, 'Yes, Amelia, I have taught Imogen from time to time, so she prepared to first lessons very well. Actually, she was a wonderful pupil. Imogen loves Flying and Physical Education very much.' The potions mistress said proudly, knowing that Mother of Cackle's Academy will not realise feelings which were beside of pride. Constance restrained herself from calling her beloved witch "Idgie" in front of the Headmistress. It would have been a strong reason to think that here's something more than a simply friendship.

'Thank you, my dear; although Miss Cackle knows it very well.' Imogen thought, trying not smiling.

Amelia Cackle was very glad to see two of her teachers. It was good that they were happy after flying. Alas, nor Imogen nor Constance thought so. They would prefer came back to the castle where nobody waits them. Of course, two younger teachers didn't show their real feelings. They didn't going to lie, so they thought about what happened today outside, and smiled to the Headmistress.

'How was your flying?' Amelia Cackle asked when three witches were in the staff room.

'Thank you, Miss Cackle, it was wonderfully.' Imogen replied.

'I didn't doubt.' The Spells teacher commented. 'Thank you, Constance; I really appreciate your help.'

'Never mind, we have private lessons during almost all time of Imogen's study at the Academy. We worked together very well. It was pleasure not to be alone during holidays and do something we both like. We studied more than only to be ready to a school year.'

'Ah, Potions, of course.'

'For example, Potions.'

Amelia guessed what this "for example" meant. 'Spells too, I suppose?'

'Sorry, I . . .' Constance started to apologise, but was interrupted.

'Don't be sorry, dear. I don't brag; I'm very good at Spells. It doesn't matter. You're very good at Spells too. Having a teacher who is a friend also is better than have a kind teachers just, even if these two people know the subject equally good.'

'If only you know how concretely it's better.' Imogen thought, not going to share her thoughts with Amelia.

'I came back at about noon. I didn't think you decided to fly today. I went for a walk, but when I came back and found out you weren't here, I decided to wait you outside.'

'I suggested it Imogen. We must do as much as we can until we can.' These words almost completely consisted from subtext.

'"Constant vigilance" is on.' Imogen said a few times inwardly. She knew it was not only subtext, but she also knew she mustn't show it. Constance teased her. 'All right, wait until we appear in the room of one of us. It will be much more than teasing back.'

For the first time during holidays, Imogen and Constance were not alone during dinner.

One and a half an hour later, Amelia said she woke up early today and going to bed. It was wonderful for every habitant of the castle.

'I'll go to bed too, probably.' Imogen said.

'It would be good,' Constance agreed.

'If only you knew what's on my mind, you wouldn't have been agreed so strongly.'

As soon as Miss Cackle left the staff room, Imogen whispered, 'My room in five minutes.' She said nothing more before followed Amelia to go to the teachers' part of the castle.

Exactly five minutes later, Constance entered Imogen's room. She cast silencing spell on the door and walls and asked, 'You waited me, love?'

If the dark-haired witch looked at Imogen before she asked, it would be hard to say something.

'Don't you want to look at me at first?'

Constance turned and looked at her girlfriend. She wanted to come to Imogen at this moment, but her legs weren't agreed. Imogen was dressed, but she looked more indecent than if she was naked.

If you've stuck to the floor, I think you must try to come to me anyway, or you miss a lot.'

Finally, Constance came to the bed. 'You're a Goddess of seduction, do you know?'

'It's more than I expected, but doesn't it a good reply to your teasing? You said, "We must do as much as we can until we can." If Miss Cackle wasn't there, I'd show you what "as much" means. I'm going to do it right now. At this time, however, here won't be any undress foreplay. I want you, and I want you to be naked right now.' Imogen used a spell to undress Constance. She was left in pants only. 'No, you won't do the same to me.' The lass knew what was going to happen. I'll put clothes off by myself, but it will be later. It's another part of my reply to your wonderful teasing. Lay here.'

When Constance lay comfortably, Imogen said, 'I'll be disagreeing with your opinion of me being Goddess of Seduction until I prove it.'

'We'll see.'

Following acts were the best confirmation the P.E. teacher could give. Reaction to these acts could be interpreted as a confirmation to what the potions mistress said before.

'Oooh, if you wanted to prove I was right, you did it wonderful.'

'Thank you, I tried my best.'

'It's my turn to show what I'm capable of.'

'If you're going to show everything, Amelia will interrupt us, no doubts.'

'What do you mean? A spell is on, so she won't hear anything.'

'You have big plans, so it will take very many hours. Miss Cackle will be wonder where we are, and . . . will enter this room finally.'

'Maybe we should lock the door the way she won't enter?'

'If only you plan to be awake all night and most of morning.'

'I can try. Maybe I'll do something bolder than I let myself before?'

'I'll agree with anything more indecent you want to do to me.'

Imogen undressed. This process was so amazing that the dark-haired witch couldn't look away. 'Are you going to prove again that you're a Goddess of Seduction?'

'No, but I promised you it will be another reply to your teases.'

Of course, anything what Constance wanted to do didn't last whole night. Her acts were tender and wonderful. Imogen's responds made her question that maybe she's a bit of Goddess of Seduction too? Not like her girlfriend, of course, but a bit.

However, The Flying teacher dispel any doubts and even more. 'I don't think such a thing as two Goddess of something exists, so you are Goddess of Seduction. Thank you so much.'

'Thank you for such words. I'm at your service, don't you remember?'

'I do love, I do very well.'

Amelia Cackle was sleeping in her room. Here in the castle weren't three witches just. Here was a witch and a couple— two lesbians, witches Imogen and Constance. Amelia was very glad for them to be so good friends. If she knew more, she would have been happy for them too— it doesn't matter. The Headmistress didn't know how it really was. "Constant vigilance" worked very well.