Constance swallowed and motioned towards the chair, feeling like a child that had done something wrong and knew it would be told off. Only she did not know what she was about to be told off for, and she was not sure whether she wanted to know.

Stiffly, she sat down opposite the older woman and tried to give her voice a business-like tone. She failed miserably.
"So what did you want to talk about?"
Broomhead sat in her chair, leaning back and eyeing her with amusement. Before she spoke, she gave a soft chuckle. "You didn't believe a word of it, did you?"

The truth was, she did not know whether she had believed her, for she had been too appalled to think about anything. But she would never admit that in front of Broomhead.

She relaxed in her chair and gave a little smile. Broomhead was not the only one who could put up a show!
"Of course not. The whole thing lacks any sense or reason.
What I would really like to know is why you are here."

Again, Broomhead smiled like a Cheshire cat.
"That, my dear, you will find out when the time is right. And now I must ask you to excuse me, I have lessons to prepare."

With these words, she got up and left, leaving behind a potions teacher that looked as though she were at the verge of tears.