"Disgusting Rubbish!" muttered Miss Hardbroom, vaporizing the sweets she had just confiscated from some third years. She walked into the staffroom, where Miss Cackle was sitting in an armchair, reading. "Ah, Constance," said Miss Cackle, looking up. "I've been talking with Miss Tapioca, about the school dinners. We were thinking that since pizza Saturdays are so popular, maybe there are other changes we could make."
"Like what?"
Miss Hardbroom was thinking that as popular as pizza was with everyone else, it wasn't at all popular with her.
"Well," said Miss Cackle, "I was thinking of having desserts once or twice a week."
"What?" Miss Hardbroom' eyes went wide.
After all the sweets she had confiscated!
"Well, it might encourage the girls to eat their food if they got something nice at the end of it." Said Miss Drill.
"Good for energy too!" said Miss Bat, poking her head out of the cupboard. "And is there any of that cake left?"
"You can have the last piece, miss bat." Miss Cackle, handing the cake toward the cupboard, where a lace-gloved hand took it.
"Miss Tapioca makes the best cake," said Miss Cackle. "And I found my book of cake recipes and spells," she added, holding up the book she was reading. "It was missing for ages, Constance, it was very hard to find!"
"That's because I hid it, Amelia!" snapped Miss Hardbroom. "It gives you ideas!"
Miss cackle looked at the book, then at Miss Hardbroom, "you know, I also found Miss Bat's gramophone in the process-There was an excited squeal from the cupboard- you didn't…"
"It was an appalling cacophony!"
"We're you're colleagues, Constance, you don't need to confiscate all our things as well!"