Fragments
Someone to Hate
Imogen eyed the still wet ink gracing the pages that had been thrust into her hands. She honestly couldn't believe the nerve of the woman.
"Why did you do this - they were only being girls for heaven's sake! Now nobody will have peace this weekend. Twelve detentions, twelve all day detentions, for one measly frog..."
The paper crumpled in her grasp, the punishment meeting the blaze of the staff room fire.
"Why are you like this?" She demanded.
The barest ghost of a smile graced Constance's lips.
"I think the phrase is 'good cop, bad cop'?"
Ghosts
"It was no such thing!" A despairing Amelia pleaded through the cupboard door. "Please Davina, stop this nonsense and get out of there."
A muffled response emanated from the depths, and the small glow of light peeking around the hinges grew brighter. If anything the door seemed more tightly jammed than before.
"What can I do to get you out of there - to prove it was just the wind?" She almost stamped her foot in frustration. Quirky she could deal with, but three days in a cupboard was stretching her patience.
"Do I have to come in there?"
"Yes..."
Linger
"Sit down Constance; we have plenty to go around. You are allowed to have a treat occasionally. You're not a nun you know."
The spread on the table was lavish; piping hot tea, a variety of cakes, sandwiches, scones and other sundries. The others had already begun to tuck in.
"Sit down!"
All the muscles in the dark haired teacher's face tightened almost imperceptibly. "I have more self control than that."
Was it Amelia's imagination, or did Constance's gaze linger for just a few seconds too long before she stormed off into the depths of the school.
Catapult
It was a risky experiment. The book they found the intricate diagrams in was hidden in the forbidden section of the library. But there was no magic involved so what would really be the harm in it?
They had begged, borrowed and stolen all the required equipment over the course of the last few days, and painstakingly followed all of the instructions. The end result was a lot bigger than anyone could have imagined.
They watched in horror as the cat flew through the air and landed with a yelp in the tallest tree just outside the courtyard.
"How on earth are we going to get Tabby down..." wailed Mildred, searching the book for instructions to create a ladder.
Never Knew You
Constance found Imogen in the staff room, huddled close to the fire, poring over the photograph album. The pictures were slightly faded and dog-eared, but nonetheless loving preserved between the sheets of paper. A familiar script labeled each.
"I see you found my photographs."
Imogen jumped backwards guiltily. "I... I... didn't mean to... I just..." A pause. "Is that really you? With the dress, and the hair, and the..." She fell into silence at the unreadable look.
Finally a nod. Her posture relaxed.
"I'm not always a deputy head teacher you know; there is more than this."
In the End
Graduation was always bittersweet. This year's girls were remembered with both affection and relief. The ceremony was surprisingly hitch free, considering that Mildred Hubble was involved.
Amelia hugged each girl in turn, amazed at how they had grown, what they had become.
Davina danced around in circles until she was dizzy, squeaking excitedly as if she were graduating herself.
Imogen handed out cards with her email address and eagerly demanded future plans.
Constance merely smiled, and watched the frivolity. They were entitled, they had earned it.
Striving onward, the girls went forward toward the rest of their lives.
AN: This is what happens when you hit shuffle on your music player and take whatever song titles come up as prompts for drabbles. The Worst Witch does not belong to me in any shape or form.