A/N: Um hi. So this is my first Weirdsister fic, having previously only written Harry Potter ones. So sorry if it's not brilliant and some people seem out of character, I've only recently started watching/getting into Worst Witch+Weirdsister. It's only supposed to be a short story kind of thing anyway. But I hope you like it.
They hadn't spoken since that day. The day he had made another mistake. The day she'd confessed her previous feelings. Not that they mattered now since she'd clearly moved on, unlike him.
A few months had passed since that day, and now they were some weeks into their second year,which so far had been rather quiet, nothing had really happened in the school-or between them. But this was Weirdsister College they were in, not just some ordinary university so things were bound to change, right?
Mildred dreaded lectures now-a-days. This was only due to the fact that she'd have to see Nick Hobbes everyday and have to put up with his stares, smirks and witty remarks. Like for instance he had complimented her new hair-again- in the first lecture of the year. Mildred had just raised her eyebrows at him and was thankful that Dr. Starfinder had stopped to ask him a question to check that he was paying attention.
Even though she found it hard, Mildred knew she had to be cool towards him because he couldn't know that her feelings for him hadn't actually changed, despite being in a relationship with Ben Stemson, not after what he had done with the dream-catcher and everything. She had to try her best to hide it no matter what.
Hobbes had so far this academic year, spent all his lectures staring at the back of Milly's head, as creepy as that seemed. Well, pretty much everyone thought he was a creep anyway, so it shouldn't matter. She'd grown her hair over the summer. He assumed she'd used some sort of spell or potion of sorts on it because it was now just past her shoulders, where as before it had been rather short and couldn't have possibly grown this much in the space of a few weeks, despite everything about 'magic shouldn't be used for trivial reasons'..
Hobbes had heard Ethel ramble on about the complete makeover she'd given herself before starting her second year at Cackles, which had apparently made her look like a completely different person. He didn't care, of course, but the woman wouldn't shut up about it. Perhaps this was what Milly had done, but obviously just with the hair.
He shrugged this off. It didn't matter how she'd changed it, because it looked beautiful, no, she looked beautiful. Not that she hadn't done before, she'd always been beautiful. This new look just added to her beauty.
He'd tried to tell her what he thought in his own little way, but she'd almost completely blanked him, which seemed to be just how things were now. Hobbes wished that it could go back to how it was just before she'd found out the truth about her dream and everything, but he had a feeling that this wouldn't happen, especially with the likes of Ben Stemson, and Ethel Hallow, for that matter, around.
