Every new day made a school year closer.

It was the morning of 28 of August. The other teachers had to be back on this day or next day maximum.

Both younger witches knew it, but they decided to pretend they will wake up not earlier nine A.M..

It didn't take long for Constance to wait until Imogen will awake too.

'Good morning. What time is it?'

'Good morning. Ten minutes past seven A.M. only. Let's pretend we won't wake up until two hours later. I can appear in my room without going in the corridor, so here won't be problems.'

'Two hours, yes?' Imogen smiled at her thoughts. 'Don't you think it's too much time?'

Constance decided to act as if she didn't hear last question.

'Yes, two hours. Well, if it won't be enough we'll finish in the evening.'

They didn't cast a spell, so the conversation was quiet.

The P.E. teacher couldn't believe what she had heard. Not enough? You mean we'll have an hour each and we'll need an extra time for something else?'

'I remember how we were unable to stop what we did to each other.'

'Yes, but . . . Oh, I've remembered; it was a few days ago. I was second and wanted to repay for what you did to me. It took a long time, but oh Hecate, we enjoyed it a lot.'

'It was about an hour and a half.' The potions mistress added. It doesn't matter it was a repay or something other. I liked it very much.

'You've said I have an hour.' Imogen looked at Constance, smiling. 'We can't lose our precious time; especially when I can't wait to show how strongly I love you.'

The black-haired witch knew what was about to happen, and she let her girlfriend to be first on this day. 'Earlier or later, Idgie will receive her portion of happiness.'

The lass put a spell, and she was ready to start.

She wanted to begin with teases, but she knew if it will be the start they will need to finish it in the evening definitely. It wasn't a good variant, so the blonde witch decided to start without such a long foreplay. She thought that two hours seem long, but it doesn't enough for some ideas. Foreplay can wait.

'Do you want to start with foreplay?' Imogen knew it wasn't a start, but it was a preparation for the evening.

'I'd like to.' Constance replied.

'Sorry, you were right. We haven't too much time for it to be a start, but we can do it in the evening.'

'In this case, we have something to look forward to.'

'Plus one to to-do list for today.'

'What's there else?'

'I'll show you now. Do you know how I'll start?'

'I suppose it will be like you started often.'

'It will be a bit better— it's partly closely to how I started last few times. I can't guarantee it will be better, but I hope. What I know, it will be a bit less indecent.'

'Don't tease me, Idgie. You can do what you want, but when your hour will be over, it will be my turn no matter what.'

Imogen changed position, then she spread Constance legs, but it was wider than ever. She received a happy sigh in reply. 'Let me sit normally and here will be much more.' The P.E. teacher was ready to continue. 'Love, I need you to be up a bit.'

It would be better ask to sit. This 'up a bit' was more indecent that if a spell made Constance naked. This look made Imogen speechless. A few moments later, however, she came back from her almost trance and undressed her amazing girlfriend.

'We haven't time for long undressing too.'

'In this case, we'll have time for something better. I'm naked already.'

'I haven't time to simply look at your wonderful body, alas.'

'Foreplay will wait.' The Flying teacher thought again to cheer herself up. It had a good effect— she smiled.

'Anticipation, yes?' The Potions teacher wanted to know the reason of the smile.

'Kind of.' It was true— the evening will come, but it was time for other things.

There was something new that brought diversity to their usual acts. Who knows, maybe it was last time when there in the castle was only Amelia except them?

Imogen was a honest person, so she glanced at the alarm clock near the bed from time to time to know when her hour is over. In spite of this, the lass wanted to finish like the time doesn't force her to stop, but it's her own decision.

'I loved what I did. Judging by your not very quiet responds, you did too, but I would give a lot to be in your boots right now.'

'It was wonderfully. Oooh . . . we have time for some things. You want this, all of this?'

'I wouldn't mind more, but I don't sure your imagination too good or even if it is, anything you can think about isn't short to fit into your hour.'

'I know what you mean really. Plus, did you forget what I did in the Potions Laboratory? You liked my imagination a lot. You want to challenge me; because you want this to happen. You know, your Constance is capable of many things.' The black-haired witch smiled.

'You won; you're right again. Of course, I remember, but what we did there happened away from a bed.'

'It doesn't matter.'

'Are you ready?' It was asked in a half of a minute.

'Yes, as you see.' It was Imogen's time to smile.

Constance followed her girlfriend's example and glanced at the alarm clock; she repeated it a few times later too.

'You wanted to challenge my imagination? Needless to say, challenge accepted. I have something on my mind which you'll like a lot, but I'd want to ask you don't moan too much.'

'If it will be as wonderful as you have dropped a hint, I shan't be responsible for my reaction.'

'If I ask you to do me a favour, will you do it? I'd want to know how long you able to not respond at what I'll be doing to you.'

It's another way of tease?' Imogen smiled widely. 'In this case, I agree. I'll try my best.'

The lass tried to be silent as long as she could, but everything has the end. There was a moment when she couldn't resist any more— it was impossibly.

'I didn't think you'll be able to resist this long. Well done, Idgie.' Constance commented, not interrupting what she was doing so wonderfully. It was a bit a cruel order, especially considering the fact the responding was a pleasure for the potions mistress.

Like Imogen, Constance didn't let the time to force her to finish— she knew how to finish the way the end to be very closely to when the time will be over.

'I don't want to be a person who leaves at a very non-suitable moment, but we have to dress, and I have to disappear to be in my room.'

'I don't going to blame you. I'd better remind you that we'll have long pre-start in the evening.'

'I'll have to keep a straight face and try not to think about it. It won't be easy. I should blame you for teasing me at such an inappropriate moment, but I can't. I love it.'

In a few minutes, the witch were dressed, and nobody would say something have happened between them.

'Goodbye, love.'

'See you in the kitchen soon.'

Constance Hardbroom disappeared. In a few moments, she was in her room.

In a bit over a half an hour, two younger witches were eating breakfast. They discovered Amelia hadn't eaten yet. The Headmistress joined the teachers later— they had finished eating almost.

It was the undeniable fact that Imogen and Constance were very close for each other. Amelia . . . somebody like a distant relative or a very good friend, at least.

XXX

After noon, the other teachers came back to the Academy.

'It will be even more "not like before", but it's not a school year still.' Imogen thought.

'We'll have our reward anyway. The late evening will come every day.' Constance tried to think positively and succeeded. 'I'd never thought I shall be ever so happy to have holidays. Well, it's not about me only. I never thought it won't be I, but we and we shall be so happy. Of course, I thought how it would be to have a girlfriend, but I could never think mine will be so wonderful.' The black-haired witch smiled.

'Why are you so happy?' Imogen asked knowing no matter which answer will be, 'constant vigilance' is on.

'I'm very happy; because I have such a wonderful best friend.' They both know what this 'best friend' means.

'I'm so happy too.' The lass come to her girlfriend very closely and whispered, 'I'll show it you again after everybody will be in their rooms in the evening.'

'Mutually.'

'Undoubtedly.'

'Imogen, Amelia said you'll be a new P.E. and Flying teacher. Congratulations. In this case, you can call me Davina.' Miss Bat said as soon as she had known the news.

'Thanks, Davina. I'm very happy to be back at Cackle's Academy.'

'I'm also very glad you and Constance are good friends.' As soon as the Chanting teacher said this, the black-haired witch appeared near Imogen. Of course, Miss Batty didn't expect such an accidental appearance, and was a bit shocked. The P.E. teacher didn't even shuddered; she knew if somebody talks about Constance, she most likely to appear there. The fact itself was difficult to explain, but Imogen was happy, although she didn't know what her girlfriend will do.

'Thank you, Davina.' It was said honestly. 'Why not? She won't understand anything.' The Potions teacher said to herself. She looked at Imogen and smiled. The lass smiled back.

'What has happened?' Davina often acted the way she might change her surname Bat to Batty, but she had never seen this.

'I have a best friend.' Constance said like it was something usual for her. Of course, there was subtext. She meant, 'I have you. You're mine and I'm yours.'

'Yes, I have a best friend.' Imogen agreed. Needless to say, her words had exactly the same subtext.

When Davina left the staff room, Imogen turned to Constance and whispered. 'You're mine and I'm yours. It's what I meant.'

'The same, love, all of this. I love being yours.'

'So do I.'

Later, Amelia suggested Imogen to call her by first name too. It was accepted.

XXX

Amelia talked to Imogen about a new school year. 'Imogen, as a new teacher, you'll need to say a short speech in front of the pupils.'

'All right, Amelia, I'll be ready.'

A few minutes later, the Flying teacher was sharing the news.

'Here can be only one advice— say what you feel. You'll do the best, Idgie.'

'A logician wants me to talk about feelings? I hardly believe you would have said the same when it was my first and second terms.'

'Spending with you a lot of free time during your study changed me a lot. When we're together, here's only one logical thought. We were meant for each other; being with you is the best decision I've made ever. My intuition helped me a lot in the past.'

'Here are many other thoughts.'

'Yes, all of them are emotional; I suppose you know it.'

'Well, my impact didn't go unnoticed.'

'You made me very happy.'

'I can't say my life was unhappy before, but being with you can't be compared with anything what happened in the past. If it wasn't you, I would have never been so happy.'

'Holidays are wonderful, but a school year will be very soon. No matter what it will bring, our rooms will wait us.'

'Today too.'

This conversation happened outside, so the witches might not worry about somebody will hear them accidentally.

'If only they knew . . .'

'I suppose they would have been glad for us.' Imogen replied.

'We're glad for us, and it's enough.'

'It's more than enough. Nobody knows, but I think at least Amelia knows or supposes who we really are. I mean not who we're for each other but who's each of us.'

'What made you think so?'

'When I talked to classmates, I had never mentioned a man except dad. There's something here, yes?'

'Ah, it was the same with me when I was a pupil, unless I didn't want to talk about father. Alas, I'm not so lucky like you.'

'It doesn't matter already.'

'Do you know what makes me happy?'

'What?'

'Your words. He doesn't matter.'

XXX

Half of the day the teachers dedicated to preparation of the girls' rooms for a new school year. Of course, such amount of the day wasn't enough, so the rest was left for next day.

After dinner, everybody could do what they wanted.

Finally, the teachers started to leave the staff room. Soon there were only Imogen and Constance.

'It's our time now.' The potions mistress couldn't wait this time to come, and it happened eventually.

'I'd want to repeat a preparation I did a few days ago. Go to your room. Whenever you'll come there I'll be ready; because I'll appear there in a few moments. With these words, the black-haired witch disappeared.'

'Everybody's in their room.' Imogen whispered to Constance when she entered her room and approached to her girlfriend.

'"Constant vigilance" is first.' Constance whispered.

Not saying a word in reply, the lass put a spell.

'A short preparation has done. Here's no need to whisper.' The Flying teacher said by normal voice. She looked the potions mistress from head to toe.

It promised a lot, but it teased very much too. Constance looked at Imogen the same way in reply, trying it to tease even more. It might not be better than Imogen's version, but it had a very good reaction.

'If you want to undress me at this very moment, you'd better do it by hands.'

'It was my reply just. Could I give you some hints about what I'm going to do to you in a few minutes?'

'If only it will tease me a lot.'

'I didn't plan "a lot", but if you're asking me, I'll do it the best way. It means you don't want a competition.'

'Why not? When it will be my turn I'll try my best if you don't mind.'

'We love teases, but there were times when we didn't want it. We want it very much today.'

'Keep in mind, here has no limit, so I can use my turn fully.'

'A few suitable words can worth an hour of non-suitable conversation.' Constance said.

Both participants of teases competition did a lot. They didn't want to be a winner; it wasn't matter. A goal of each of them was to make her beloved one almost drooling, imagining what will happen soon.

It was amazing to be teased, but seeing a reaction to own teasing was even more amazing.

'I forget to say what I want to do in the end.'

'I don't want to know and don't going to share how I'll finish. I don't know exactly. The fact than I don't know how it will be, teases me a lot, so it's very good too.'

'It makes sense. Who of us will be first?'

'You said in the staff room "I'll be ready", but you didn't say for what.'

'You were first in the morning, so it must be my turn to be first.'

'Very well, but don't forget that foreplay will have teases.'

'Didn't it was what I was talking to you about?'

'I wanted to be sure.'

'You'll be very sure. You'll ask me to not tease so much probably. It will be not words only; it will be caresses mainly.'

'It's wonderful. I do remember how you did it to me once.'

'Yes, but you asked me to stop eventually. You wanted normal caresses and not only caresses.' Constance chuckled.

'Not at this time. Maybe, I'll ask you for more.'

'More? It would be good, but reality can be very different.'

'We shan't know until you start.'

'You should lay down comfortably for this.'

'No, we should change not looking at each other. We can't lay in the bed in clothes we're in now.'

The witches changed.

In a minute, Constance started her wonderful foreplay.

As Imogen promised, she didn't ask to stop. When it was almost finish, it would be good not to ask for more; because apart from wish of continuation, the lass willed to have a proper start.

'More.'

'It would be cruel of me to continue.'

'Please.'

'Well, if you insist . . .'

However, when it was a real start finally, Imogen sighted with relief.

'Sorry, I didn't want you to feel bad.'

'It's good.' The lass denied. 'Thank you.'

'You're welcome. It's my duty to make you happy. 'I want to have long foreplay with teases too. I want to be in your boots during some time.'

Of course, teases are good, but following acts were much better.

Imogen's reaction was better proof than anything else.

There was a lot of caresses and also some lickings and squeezes. Less they did care about their acts to be decent.

'Well, how about you? What you can do to me?'

'I can't resist you.'

'You mustn't. You can do what you want. You know how strongly I want it.'

'Previous days are the best reply to your question.'

After this, the witches shared a wonderful kiss.

'It's part of your answer.' Constance said, smiling. 'It's time to begin.'

They had foreplay once, but that time it wasn't so wonderfully.

The Potions teacher didn't know why, it amazed her, but she wanted continuation of foreplay more than an actual start. Later she shared her thoughts.

'More please.' Here was no need to add something. Voice's intonation was the best proof.

Like Imogen, Constance was very glad when it was the real start finally.

'You asked me to continue, so don't complain now.'

'I don't. . . I like . . . this happened . . . finally.' Imogen knew very well why it was a problem talk normally. Caresses mixed with undressing don't contribute ability to talk normally.

A real start last very long. It wasn't a start already and not a middle part even, but the witches didn't care. Really, there wasn't 'middle part'; because nobody knew when the end will be.

'It's hard to explain, but anything you do to me is amazing. That's why I wanted foreplay to be continued.'

'You did the same to me. It's because we feel comfortable with each other, we know what each of us want. Our guesses are right every time. It's another important explanation too. This is why, love.'

'Yes, love, this is the answer.'

It was happiness for both witches, something that was only their and didn't belong to anybody else.