Jumbled Feelings (Constance's View)
Constance, meanwhile had been sitting at her dressing table, brushing her hair for the last ten minutes. She'd also been daydreaming, thinking of the day's events. She shuddered at the thought of Heckity Broomhead and the vile way she had been treated as a child. Broomhead still seemed to think that Constance was easy pickings, and for some reason she was right. Constance could not find the courage to fight back when that woman was around. However tonight was about moving on, her past had past and it seemed that Amelia Cackle was to be her future. How odd it seemed that she should find solace in someone so different. They hadn't got on at first, Amelia was far too nice to the girls, and Constance supposed that she was a little harder on them than she ought to have been in those early days. They'd had to get on, being made deputy head meant that she at least had an input into the way the academy was run. They often spent breakfast together and lunch and dinner too, in fact they spent a lot of time together inside and outside the working day. Then again in a boarding school, particularly a Witches school, there was never really a normal working day. She and Amelia had obviously grown close to each other and had already become each other's confidents on most subjects. Amelia had hinted at talking about various aspects of their personal lives, but Constance remained aloof on that whole subject. It had been far easier to focus on her duties in the school than to think of her increasing loneliness. There was a knock at the door which woke her from her reverie. Constance hadn't changed into her nightwear yet, and her hair was still in an appalling state, but she couldn't leave Amelia standing out there all night.
Constance, meanwhile had been sitting at her dressing table, brushing her hair for the last ten minutes. She'd also been daydreaming, thinking of the day's events. She shuddered at the thought of Heckity Broomhead and the vile way she had been treated as a child. Broomhead still seemed to think that Constance was easy pickings, and for some reason she was right. Constance could not find the courage to fight back when that woman was around. However tonight was about moving on, her past had past and it seemed that Amelia Cackle was to be her future. How odd it seemed that she should find solace in someone so different. They hadn't got on at first, Amelia was far too nice to the girls, and Constance supposed that she was a little harder on them than she ought to have been in those early days. They'd had to get on, being made deputy head meant that she at least had an input into the way the academy was run. They often spent breakfast together and lunch and dinner too, in fact they spent a lot of time together inside and outside the working day. Then again in a boarding school, particularly a Witches school, there was never really a normal working day. She and Amelia had obviously grown close to each other and had already become each other's confidents on most subjects. Amelia had hinted at talking about various aspects of their personal lives, but Constance remained aloof on that whole subject. It had been far easier to focus on her duties in the school than to think of her increasing loneliness. There was a knock at the door which woke her from her reverie. Constance hadn't changed into her nightwear yet, and her hair was still in an appalling state, but she couldn't leave Amelia standing out there all night.