'Only a few days left.' This thought stuck into Imogen and Constance's heads. For the Potions teacher, there was pride. 'My Idgie will be a teacher very soon.' For the lass, there was anticipation. She wanted to show what she capable of. Of course, Imogen knew, the other teachers and Constance especially, believe in her, but it was desire to prove to herself.

'Mixed feelings, love?' Constance asked her girlfriend.

'Yes, you know me very well. I shall do it.'

'You'll do anything you'll want ever.'

'I don't know about anything, but in this case I'll do it whatever it takes.'

The witches had time to go outside again. They couldn't miss the opportunity. It was a perfect possibility to talk about anything they wanted to. It wasn't matter if somebody will hear something. All the people are strangers. None of the other teachers could hear anything.

'Your speech in front of the pupils will be wonderful.'

'I can't say so in advance, but we'll see.'

'You were afraid of failure many times, but everything was very good each time.'

'It's not a teacher and her pupil, or a former teacher and her former pupil. It will be two teachers very soon.'

'Yes, but we'll be a former teacher and a former pupil anyway. No bans could force us to hide our feeling to each other.'

'This turned into much more.'

'I love teasing and a teaser, but please, don't tease me. We need to wait many hours.'

'Wait the late evening when the teachers will be in their rooms. There will be very many proofs.'

Imogen decided to tease her girlfriend too. 'Just imagine what I'll do there. It will be my room today.'

'Yes, we can change a room again. It will be my turn to be a guest.'

'I'll be treating my guest very well.'

'Give me a hint, please.'

Imogen looked Constance from head to toe seductively. 'A summary approximately; a bit of.'

'Please, don't tease me.'

'Anyway, it's a draw. There will be another draw in the late evening.'

'In that case it's a draw every time. Even if each of us thinks her acts weren't as wonderful as what she received, it doesn't matter. The only thing which matter is how much we enjoy receiving whatever each of us want to do.'

'I adore it since the very first moment which took place in the Laboratory.' Imogen didn't say 'Potions Laboratory'. The both knew very well what these words meant, but she didn't want to draw anybody's attention.

'Second time in the Laboratory will be better.'

'Oh, it was, and I don't even say about other times.'

'We'll repeat it at home when winter holidays come.' Constance thought, but said nothing. She didn't want to tease her girlfriend more. It would have been dishonestly.

'The witches needed to wait long time until they will be able to turn their thoughts into acts. However, they were together and this was good too, although something more would have been better.'

If you want something to happen quicker, it seems that time goes by very slowly, but when you need more time, it flies like it's a fast train. In Imogen and Constance's case it was neither. Any of their attempts to bring the late evening close failed.

Eventually, Imogen entered her room and closed the door. A few minutes later, Constance appeared there. The silencing spell had been cast already.

'Everything will be good as long as we have each other.' The Flying teacher didn't know what made her sad and caused this thought.

'It will be always. I love you so, so, so much.' Constance approached to Imogen very closely; she was looking into green eyes of her beloved witch. Actions say louder than words, and she wanted to prove it again. The Potions teacher kissed Imogen on the lips tenderly. It was a perfect addition. The lass respond to the kiss. There wasn't a lot of passion; it was a way to say again 'I'm yours forever.'

'I love you so, so, so much too.'

'I confessed my love to you not to say some day, "it's over". It will never be over until the very end.'

'Holidays haven't finished still. I'd want to take advantage of it.'

'It's late evening, and the spell is on. I don't see a difference with what will be during a school year.'

'At first, however, I want to change and lay in the bed.'

'It would be better if we don't stare at each other. I'd want to be with you in the bed finally.'

These words motivated Imogen a lot. A minute later, she stood, dressed in pyjamas, smiling. 'A guest lays first.'

There was nothing unusual or interesting in the way Constance did lay in the bed. What she did after to invite the room's owner in her own bed was much more interestingly.

'Neither of us have had "lights off" duty like none of the rest of the teachers. I remember very well how you felt yourself when "lights off" was your duty of the day. Our floor was your last; because we were your class and you were our form mistress. I couldn't resist looking out of the room to see you, after our confession especially. I was looking out and was saying quietly, "Good night, Miss Hardbroom". You replied, "Good night, Imogen." You were saying it by tired voice every time, but you were saying it very kind.'

'You were my special pupil. After our confession, there wasn't only kindness in my voice. I hope you realised it.'

'I did. I suppose I shan't be wrong if I'll say you meant "Good night, love"; because it seemed so.'

'You won't. It was what I meant. I slept well because of your words.'

'I'm very glad to hear this. You didn't have this duty today, so you don't tired, am I right?'

'Yes, and you want me to take advantage of free time?'

'I wanted to be sure whether you can enjoy what I want to do to you or not.'

'What it will be?'

'I'm not going to share my secrets.'

'I'll do something to you later. I want to show again how strongly I love you.'

'Do you mean the kiss wasn't enough?'

'No, it was only a non-verbal way to say again "I'm yours forever".'

'What it will be?' Imogen repeated Constance's words.

'It will be whatever you'll want, just ask.'

'In this case, I'll ask you if I'll want something or more of something.'

'I'm at your service.'

'Mmm, you can ask me to do anything you'll want too.'

'I can't miss such a wonderful suggestion.'

'You mustn't. It's a pleasure for me. You're first to ask. By the way, we have only one day before a new school year.'

'Please, Idgie, don't remind me this. I want to spend the evening without any thoughts about the end of holidays.'

'If somebody heard you, she wouldn't have believed what she heard.'

'I don't care. You must enjoy being with Constance in which I turned because of you.' The black-haired witch smiled, making an addition to her words.

'I adore being with you.'

'You're reading my mind.'

'Yeah, I do, but without magic.'

'You wanted to take advantage of holidays. Plus, it's time to share you secrets.'

'In general, it will be as you said, "I want to show again how strongly I love you.".'

'Details are much more interestingly. I don't even say that I have a nightgown on still which I mustn't.'

Every touch, move, everything what Imogen was doing was wonderful for both of them.

Neither of the witches thought that it's last day when a school year won't be tomorrow. Reality was more important.

'I've had many proofs of your love.'

Imogen stopped, looking up intensely at her girlfriend. 'I have more proofs, my dearest. I don't want to stop so quickly. Don't you want something else? By the way, you haven't asked what you would want. Maybe, you want me to repeat something?'

'Oh, I'd like to. Not repeat, but . . .' Constance said what she wanted.

'It's what I was going to do. We didn't read each other's minds; we thought about the same.'

'I love it very much.'

'So do I. It's great.'

'. . . You didn't want to continue, but this addition was wonderful. Your reaction didn't let me to doubt.'

'I was wrong. Anyway, it was my suggestion too.'

'Are you going to share what you'll do?'

'You'll be very glad.'

'I'll be very happy as every time.'

'I love you very much, and I'll show how strongly my love is in a few moments.'

'Relax, love.'

'Does it have a reason?'

'Of course; it will help you fully enjoy everything I'll do to you.'

'I love that you started with teases.'

'Oh, did I?' It was not matter whether it was said on purpose to turn the words into flirt or Constance didn't realise it really.

Imogen regarded it as flirt and decided to reply this way. 'Teases mixed with flirt are great,' she thought. 'Probably, but I think your thoughts went in more desirable way which explains why you answered so.'

'Which this direction concretely?' The black-haired witch asked and leaned over her girlfriend very low, so their bodies could touch each other almost. 'Somebody's wearing something she should get rid of.'

'It's your duty. I can bet anything, you willed to do it during many hours.'

'The time has come finally.'

'I have thought just, can you repeat what you do to me yesterday?'

'Yesterday's morning was wonderful.'

'Oh, it was, but I meant the evening. Nobody needs to awake now.'

'Oooh. . .' Constance put her hands firmly on the bed at the both sides of Imogen, so this position won't let her to fall. It was necessarily; because her thoughts didn't help to keep a balance. '. . . The whole thing was amazing in every way.'

It wasn't matter whether it was a repetition or not. If something is too good, what can force not do it again?

Of course, Imogen remembered what she was feeling last evening and was ready for what was going to happen. In spite of this, the feeling was a bit different; it seemed like this happened for the first time. The lass liked everything very strongly. As every time, her responds were the best proof for Constance.

'You thought I or one of us shall/will say one day, "it's over" to stop being with you, to stop enjoy our bed activities. It's impossibly, love. We'll be together until the very end.'

'I adored what you did to me. You proved I was wrong. The kiss was enough proof too, but this gave me happiness nobody can give me except you.'

'This is mutually too.'

'I'm glad to hear this.'

'Our similarities make us happy. However, I'd like to sleep now. Tomorrow will be a long day and if we want to have morning together . . .'

'Consider I've slept.'

It took a few minutes only for the withes to fall asleep. Normally, they, and Constance especially, might have some problems with falling asleep quickly. Whether it was because they needed to sleep but weren't tired, or because of some sort of thoughts— it wasn't matter. Since they started to share a bed, this problem disappeared. It was even quicker on this day. A thought of missing morning activities wasn't desirable, so they fell asleep very quickly.

'. . . Of course, it happened.' Constance looked at the alarm clock. It was twenty minutes past eight only. 'We awoke early enough to have what we've had.'

'When moral hungry satisfied in the morning, it gives energy and makes you happy for the whole day, although not being together all the time is not good.'

'Even if we'll not be as closely as we'll want, we'll never be apart.'

'It makes me very happy.'

Most of the day was spent by last preparations for a new school year.

However, nothing prevented Imogen and Constance from having their usual evening activities. They almost not hoped to have morning together, so they had to take probably last possibility before the evening of first of September will come.

XXX

It was first day of a new school year at Cackle's Academy for Witches.

This experience was new for Imogen— she been among the pupils always, but she never met them. It was differently this year. The new teacher liked to see how pupils arrive to the Academy. Most of them looked sad— they would prefer to stay at home, although a few of them looked happy. Imogen thought about herself. She looked happily too even on her first day; because she liked to study and couldn't wait to study magic at Cackle's Academy. Next years there was another reason too— the girl willed to see her beloved 'form mother' Miss Constance Hardbroom.

Soon, the girls sat in the Great Hall, and the Headmistress could start her greeting speech. The witch introduced herself and the other teachers, but she didn't say anything about Miss Drill. Then Miss Cackle said kind words to make the pupils feel themselves a bit better.

Miss Hardbroom spoke next. Her speech wasn't full of kind words like previous one, but all the second year pupils and older couldn't believe what they heard. There were a few differences between any last year's speech and this day's one.

There in Great Hall only two people knew very well why it happened. It was their secret they didn't want to share. Well, if somebody will realise something, they won't deny it. 'Yes, we're friends.' Well, the Headmistress and Miss Davina Bat knew about friendship, but nothing more.

'. . . Also I need to make announcement about some changes among the teachers. Miss Brown who taught Flying lessons and Physical Education retired and since now we have another teacher who will teach you these subjects. Miss Imogen Drill was a pupil of Cackle's Academy and graduated from Weirdsister College recently. She has straight A's in both of her diplomas, so Miss Drill is very welcome to be part of Cackle's teachers. Now, Miss Drill will welcome you.

'I'm very glad to see you all here on first day of new term. Coming back to our dear Cackle's Academy to be a teacher here was one the best decision of my life. I wish you all good term and good grades.'

'Thank you, Miss Drill,' Miss Cackle said looking at the girls; some of them were smiling.

Normally, Miss Hardbroom would have said the pupils to behave themselves as they have to. It's a teachers-pupils meeting on first day of new term, but not a fun fair or their free time from lessons, at least. The Deputy Headmistress left no comment. The only thing she tried to do was what nobody who knew the witch before could imagine. The strictest teacher, the witch Constance Hardbroom was trying not smiling. 'I cannot blame the girls. I was a teacher then, not a pupil, but it was what you did to me eventually, my dearest Idgie.'

People say that first impression is the very important thing. Alas, it can be absolutely wrong in some cases; because circumstances may be not very favourable. However, some people tend to draw conclusions at once and it hard for them to change their behaviour, in case if they decided or forced to have something in common with those who made bad first impression. On the other hand, a good first impression may mean nothing too. Maybe a person pretends to be somebody to be accepted somewhere, although he or she is a bad person really. Just give time, at least a bit, and it will help to decide, at some cases at least.

Imogen Drill made a wonderful first impression, and there was no reason to deny the obvious thing. Pupils had not waited to draw their final conclusion. She will be a good teacher, any of her now colleagues can assure any girl. They knew it's true, even if Miss Drill spend many time with Miss Hardbroom who was her form mistress and taught her many things in free time. Yes, she will be a good teacher— strict but kind, the one who loves her subjects and know them very well.

Some of the girls smiled at Miss Drill; because pupils will like their new teacher, they already did. No matter what, she will be favourite teacher at Miss Cackle's Academy for Witches. The girls were happy and Imogen Drill was a reason of their good mood. Do you want to be a pupil smiling at Miss Drill? I would want to be this girl so much.

It's the end of the fan-fiction. Of course, here will be different continuations of The Best Witch series in the future and different ID/H.B. fan-fictions. Most of them, however, will be based on original The Best Witch; because it's how I imagine the start of ID/H.B..

What do you think?