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“Or at the very least some form of crush on.” Added Davina. “But even then, it must have been very strong feelings for the both of you. On each other. What are the chances?” You could have heard a pin drop. Even on the staffroom’s carpet.
And both Constance and Imogen had those worried, horrified and guilty far-to-innocent looks on their faces again.
“How long have you been in love with her for?” Amelia asked not sure who she was addressing or if she really wanted to know. Not that she was heard over them her hand muffling it somewhat.
“I’m-“ “She-“
They both suddenly leapt apart putting as much distance as possible. Even though they’d only been stood just next to each other. Normally when they argued they were far closer anyway.
“I -i Think That’s the most ridiculous I’ve ever heard.” Miss Drill scoffed. For a split second of a split second Constance looked as if her world had ended with Imogen’s denial. And then it was gone. “You’re just pulling my leg! You know, what fine you got me! ‘haha’ I nearly fell for that rot. Fake potion glowey magic good one, very funny, Miss Hardbroom.”
“I didn’t do anything! It’s nonsense. Stuff and nonsense that THAT is a thing! An effect of potions.” Miss Hardbroom agreed fiercely and shrilly. It didn’t seem to be helping make Imogen feel better. “It’s only a theory, there’s no proof it even concrete. And a stupid notion.”
This certainly explained an awful lot of things, more than just the events of the past quarter of an hour. Amelia still didn’t get a real straight forward answer anyway. Just more of the spluttering. And all clumsily adamantly denying everything. Except being in love.
“Are you even listening? To me? To each other?” Amelia sighed, and looked at them through her fingers. Constance had put her walls up but it didn’t hide how her cheeks and ears had gone a tad pink; her confidence and control seemed to have left the building too while Imogen blushing as scarlet as tomato and looked as though she was ready to bolt. And HB could and might well vanish any second. Miss Bat from her place behind the pair noticed too. And judging by the look on her face and the not at all discreet nod she gave her boss Over their shoulders she was about to (temporary ) put aside any differences she had with the two to be supportive. Or just to get her own back on them for whatever reason they probably deserved.
Everything happened next to fast for Amelia to stop. Just as Constance folded her arms to begin her usual disappearing act, a controlled sweep of Amelia’s magic made sure she wouldn’t. Not yet. She had only wanted Constance to talk but she hadn’t factored in Davina’s plan.Or hairbrained scheme as it were. Because At the same time just as Imogen threw her hands up in defect and aimed for her usual escape of sprinting out the door, Davina grabbed her arms, spun her about and pushed her forward. This resulted in twin yelps of surprise as the off-balance pair tumbled into one another. And into one another’s arms…
If life were a fairy-tale, their perfectly puckered lips would have then met as true loves do. There'd have been fireworks exploding, stepmothers swearing and sulking, peasants rejoicifying, and cupids singing to serenade the all-out wonderful snogging session. But life doesn't happen like that. Never mind good fairies and fat babies with wings on, it was more a lucky blessing they didn’t crack heads. Especially as Miss Drill was the perfect height to have accidentally plant a Glasgow kiss on HB’s mouth. Instead Imogen fell on to Constance’s collar face first with twin “Ow!”’S . Then recoiled just as fast for fear of encroaching HB’s personal space and being blasted into smithereens. But she tripped on the witches feet and would have fell on her backside again if not for Constance holding her up by the shirt.
“Miss Hardbroom-!” Imogen started in a gasp. Constance glared down at her before promptly dropping her any way. Imogen fell on the floor. “Will you STOP doing that!?” Imogen complained but the witch deliberately ignored her.
“What on earth or otherwise has gotten into you all?!” Constance barked rounding on the rest of the staff. Particular on Amelia. “How. Dare. You-!“
“I’ve had enough of this-!” Imogen huffed, scrambling up. “You can’t treat me like this.”
“Disabling my magic?!" at the same time HB turned on her heel, and continued. "I don’t know what you were trying to achieve there but-!“
“No wait! Ladies please, we need to sort this out. Don’t go-!“ Amelia pleaded on her feet and feeling guilty about the attempt.
FIZZZZZ! None of them finished what they were saying.
WOOOOSH! As both women tried storming out through the open door at the same time, Davina planted another spell on the pair. Plan B went about as well as plan A had. In that it was rubbish and ill though out. And also, because plan B much like any spell Davina cast, was exceedingly over the top and weird. There was shattering plates and furniture being upturned with the shear force of the spell; Tapioca screamed, Frank drew a butter knife like it would help, and the students, only privy to the noise and no context, could only wonder what the ruddy hell was going on in the staffroom....