I forgot to publish this on here my bad.

Another thing that should have been like 800 words but ran way from us. This following the events of Un-fairground and The Uninvited but like before the end of term. Like everyone's been woken up but not sure if it should be before the assembly or after atm I'll work it out later. Enjoy ! x

Bar the horizon, the evening sky was still blue and it wasn't quite dark enough to warrant the bright fair lights that late summer evening. But she supposed it did look…nice. It would might wonderfully lit at night time, Miss Hardbroom supposed. But that didn't mean she approved of it, just because it looked 'nice'. In fact she wouldn't be anywhere near the funfair if she could help it.
It would have been a lovely evening to air out the potions lab. or walk in the woods with someone, or alone. But No. she had to spend this Friday evening with the other teachers, Mr. Blossom, Mrs. Semolina and the other rarely seen staff. All escorting the girls to this side show. And, much as she tried to avoid her, with Imogen.

Together with Miss Cackle, Lavinia, and Mrs. Semolina, they'd spelled the field so no one could wander off so the girls could have fun in the boundaries of the fair. And another so there was no hiding behind rides or tents for smoking or mucking around.

For the relaxed trip, the girls were supposedly in their sports kits or school uniform, sans the ties and year belts. Not that had stopped the abundance of denim jackets, jeans bucket hats, body glitter and contraband hair twists from appearing. Constance was certain Drusilla was wearing a football shirt charmed to look like her gym shirt. (it wasn't a very good charm, the bat kept turning back to a lion. three lions.) and had made it clear to the gal without saying that she knew it was and it was to be out of sight and back in Drusilla's suitcase as soon as they go back to school.

But other than that, she didn't have a lot to do. though noisy and a little hyper all of girls were all on their best behavior. Probably the brush with eternal sleep. She was slightly tempted to visit the 'gypsy rose lee' if only to see how her predictions measured up with Lavinia's Or Davina's. but then decided against it.
If the girl's saw her entering that tent she'd never live it down.
So, she hovered about keeping an eye on things. And worrying about leaving the school complete empty. And wondering where was the logic in punishing one lot of girls for sneaking out to the fair, then organize a trip out for everyone.

"What a swizz!" she suddenly heard someone grumble. "Let's try something else."
Griselda. Not like her to grumble. She didn't catch all of what Fenella said in response but it was enough that it ended with "-turning him in to a toad would be against the code. Maybe we could just give him warts and webbed feet for an hour?"

"Don't you Dare even so much as Think About It." Miss Hardbroom warned, appearing behind them, and fixing the girl with a glare, that made shrimpy first years about them quake in second hand fright. She made a quick loud reminder that ANYONE, last week of term or not, breaking the code or using trivial magic would be in serious trouble. And made a vague hint of it being on personal records if any certain final year girls thought it worth the risk.

She stood there as they scattered feeling like the specter at the feast. And gratefully received the large paper cup of whatever Amelia handed to her.

"Everything alright, Constance?"
"It's been dealt with, headmistress. I wouldn't want the girls to think this trip out means standards of decorum are to be ignored."
"No. Very wise." Amelia smiled, and tapped her own paper cup to Constance's. (somehow managing not to spill the two on the cardboard tray she was holding.) "Cheers."
"Your health." Constance replied. but nearly gagged at the taste. It resembled tea in the vaguest possible way. If tea was made in a candy floss machine. "Miss Cackle, does everything here have to be sweet?"
"Oh, have I given you the wrong one? I thought I put a stirrer in Miss Drill's to tell them apart."
"She doesn't take sugar either now. No I mean even this tastes like caramel. We shan't get the girls to sleep tonight if they're high on spun sugar and toffee apples!"
"There's hot dogs, nachos and burgers if you'd rather something savoury."

But Constance wasn't in the mood for teasing.
"Oh good, yes, because those are so much better for the students! Miss Drill's been trying to make sure they consider sticking to a better diet in the summer holidays, they needn't start with the junk food now." Miss Hardbroom said. Her scowl deepened at Amelia hmm response. "I know that face. what is it?"

"Well, you seem stressed." Amelia implored. "You know you can always come to me to talk. Or if you nee-?"
"If I needed to take time off, I would have." Constance said, with a bit more bite then she meant to. Constance was trying she really was. She was here tonight after all, wasn't she?
"No, you wouldn't have." Amelia said, with a knowing look. "And anyway, I was going to ask if you need me to speak to Imogen? Or have you two sorted anything out yet yourselves?"

"Can't we discuss this back at the school?" Constance grumbled, suddenly favoring the horrible tea to talking. Amelia wasn't fooled. If it was possible for that knowing look to get worse it did. Constance sighed, "Imogen's away next week to visit her brother. And I've the Caudronite Gala the following week. but I'll be in the castle till then if that's alright."

"That isn't what I meant. Living arrangements and who's staying at the castle when can wait. You need to both stop pining, and being angry at each other. And then sort this out." Amelia said concerned, and a touch gruff.
Constance wished she wouldn't press so. Every time she thought she'd buried them, these feelings hit her again, leaving her empty and feeling lost at sea all over again.