Okayy so the idea for this story comes from one of BlueVioletta's ideas in writers block.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the worst witch.


Today was the day.

She took her seat in the row second from the front. She had no idea why she had been put there, like she was of importance to the two of them. But she had an idea why it had happened. Who had happened.

She saw her nephew take his place at the front, stood waiting. Looking nervous, like when he had to bring home his school report, exceptional grades, not so exceptional behaviour, but a good heart. He smiled to his friend as he waited. His eyes alight. Alight with happiness, joy. She realised she was mistaken, he was not nervous, he was excited. He was happy.

He caught her eye and beamed, he waved. She nodded and smiled slightly. She looked down to brush of the invisible dust. Invisible to everyone but her. She was dressed in black as always, they wouldn't have her any other way. She did have a blue flower though, attached to the material. She wished them well. Was happy for them.

The music played violins she noted. It was sweet, like her. The maiden aunt smiled slightly as she reflected on the first time she had met her. No, she corrected herself chuckling slightly, she had not met her, she had avoided her. Her and that dam broom.

The sun shone brightly, it was a beautiful day, fitting really she mused as she remembered the girl. Part of that gang, the one that caused trouble, the one that always saved the day. They thought she had hated her. No she hadn't, not ever. She admired them, she admired her. She was everything the teacher wasn't.

She watched on as she approached her nephew, walking past the relatives, the well-wishers. The aunt smiled again, the girl looked beautiful, curls pinned up, white dress showing her figure. Make up minimal, the teacher was glad for that. Red roses in her hand, flat shoes, she noted, probably for the best.

She was elegant, graceful, well almost, the teacher smiled remembering the messy plaits and the undone laces she had come to associate with the girl, and how time had changed. She had been uncertain about her when her nephew brought her to see his aunt. Remembering what she was like when she had been at school. But she had changed. Grown up. She was twenty three now, and quite the established witch. She was proud of her.

The girl's eyes met hers, smiling yet still looking for approval, which was given gladly by the nod of a head. Her smile widened her eyes bright. Happy. She walked towards the nephew.

Constance looked on and smiled.

Today was the day.

The day the pupil married the teacher's nephew.

The day Mildred Hubble became a Hardbroom.


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Rach