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It most certainly would, Mildred.
"…that witches were the winners."
Mildred Hubble, the worst witch of Cackle's Academy for Witches finished her speech to screams and cheers. Constance Hard broom stood up and purposefully walked over to the stage, where the throat spray was. Imogen Drill handed it to her.
Constance had been awed and angered by the accusation that the wizards, Gaz and Baz, as they were referred to had cheated their way through this damned debate. Ethel and Jadu had worked hard to present this and Constance had been delighted by their speeches since both girls had pointed out the similarities between the two parties, only to have the spark of triumph snatched by the words of the wizards.
When Mildred had appeared, Constance had been on the edge, trying desperately to control herself. The last thing she'd wanted was to hear about how Witches were evil and Wizards were golden and infallible. When Mildred, more eloquent than usual, presented the case Constance had been amazed, everyone had been amazed by Morganna.
When Mildred had pointed out both boys had developed a cough before they began to speak, Constance had felt the student witch had a good point. But when it was suggested that the throat spray was a potion capable of transforming even Mildred into an exceptional public speaker Constance didn't know whether to pin Hellibore with a death glare or kill those boys in the slowest and most painful way possible. Her girls had worked hard in what was supposed to be a fair contest, only for these two thugs who called themselves wizards to cheat.
When Mildred had finished, Constance had marched up to the stage, all thoughts of punishing Mildred, who wasn't allowed in the great hall in the first place, had vanished. All she wanted was to prove to the pompous old fool that witches were better than wizards.
Magical potions, particularly the one Mildred described, had a distinctive smell. The magic would tingle her senses and that was all the proof she needed.
Once she had taken a sniff, confirming the presence of magic and mentally identifying the potion, by the time it took to make and the power of its use, she looked up at Mildred.
" It most certainly would, Mildred." She said.
The hall burst into cheers and Constance had the satisfaction of seeing Hellibore fold his arms, looking like a child about to throw a tantrum.
Yes. Witches were better than Wizards.
Take that Helliboring.