(this chapter has already been published, but I've tried to improve the grammar (although I've probably failed since my English is getting every day more rusty) so to get it a bit more decent...

Prologue

'... and in May will take place as usual the "Tales and Songs from the Cauldron" competition between the girls of our school and that of Pentangle's ... right Miss Bat ?..."'asket Miss Cackle at the end of four long and exhausting hours of faculty meeting.

'Oh yes Miss Cackle! how marvellous! every year it's so beautiful to see our dear girls so interestent in the art of chanting... ' began chattering Miss Bat, who seemed lively and cheerful as usual despite the heat and toil of all that planning the new soon to start term (well it wasn't as if she had done much … it had been predominantly Miss Cackle and Miss Harbroom the two who had done everything like every summer...).

'... And for the annual 3-day-new-potions-and-spells-show...ahm... have all the possible guests been contacted Miss Hardbroom?' went on the Headmistress even though she already knew which answer she was to receive from her faultless Deputy.

'Of course Miss Cackle, I'm only waiting for confirmation from two of them, the other matters concernig their staying have already been settled.' replied the strict-looking witch.

'Perfect Constance. Now, here we have the last point of our agenda- started Miss Cackle with a little worring in her voice- well ladies, I know this will come as a little surprise to you, but I have been recently informed by the members of the Witches' Guild'- at this Miss Harbroom as well as her collegues bagan silenty to pray that there wouldn't be another inspection- 'that they have decided that from this term on, every academy will have to teach a... well... rather peculiar and uhh.. well... a new subject...' she made a pause and took a deep breath, knowing that hell would have broken lose as soon as her netx words were uttered – I know it has never featured in our educational program or in those of the other schol but... I... the Witch's Guild... ahh...'

'oh come on Amelia it cannon be that bad...can it?' asked gently Davina

'no, of coure not, it's just that... you must understand... it's... I..' kept mutter the poor Headmistress bushing a little.

'yes Headmistress, it cannot be such a unreasonable subject' piped miss Drill thought she was secretly enjoying the obvious disconfort of her boss...

'you're right Imogen but...'

'oh for Merlin's beard Amelia just said it!' said HB having lost her proverbialy shor patience at the intellegibe sound emitted by Amelia

'uuh, yes... well...'

"SAY IT!" almost shouted the three woman in front of her.

'this year we... wewillhavetoteachsexeducation!'