Disclaimer: I do not own the Worst Witch or any of the associated characters.
Just a silly little story I started working on because I have many essays to avoid! However, I will be continuing my others as well.
Anticipation
Nobody at Cackle's Academy for Witches really understood why a new subject was going to be taught but the Chair of Governors, Mr Hallow, had insisted. At the beginning of another new school year, a week after all the other classes started so that everyone could prepare for the new teacher, a new subject was to be taught: the history of magic. None of the students wanted to learn what they thought would be a dry and boring subject. Miss Drill, as a champion of the outdoors, was concerned that the students would be spending too much time inside studying. The ever-eclectic Miss Bat disapproved of the subject's lack of creativity. Miss Cackle took her usual, somewhat ambivalent, stance and accepted it because she had to. Miss Hardbroom, as one would expect, was thoroughly delighted with the development. The subject would impart the wisdom of the years and the value of tradition on the girls. She couldn't imagine that there would be a downside to this new subject. She would change her mind far sooner than she could have anticipated.
The new teacher, and no one knew her name or anything about her except Mr Hallow and Miss Cackle, was due to arrive on Sunday 14th September. On this morning, the staff were gathered in the staffroom. Miss Cackle was eating her breakfast, with various different cheeses and a cup of tea. Miss Drill was sat attempting to listen to Miss Hardbroom, who was talking optimistically about how she was sure that the new teacher would share most of her ideals and values. Her choice of subject, or so Miss Hardbroom thought, indicated that they would be alike. Miss Drill was trying to listen but she was fairly certain that Miss Hardbroom was talking to herself anyway. Miss Bat was certainly talking to herself as she flitted and fussed over plumping cushions, getting snacks and generally annoying everyone; behaviour that she usually only reserved for the Grand Wizard. On this occasion she was tidying anxiously because she hoped to make a good impression on the new teacher, just in case she was like Miss Hardbroom.
As the three women were so immersed in their own activities and musings, not one of them had noticed the somewhat anxious way that Miss Cackle was eating her breakfast. You see Miss Cackle had already met the new teacher and knew all too well that Miss Hardbroom's optimism was regrettably about to end. At that very moment the door opened.
"Good morning everyone," the always overly cheerful voice of George Hallow addressed the staff, "I'm very pleased to introduce your new history of magic teacher, Drake Donahue."
Upon this pronouncement, Mr Donahue entered the staffroom with a beaming smile and evidently no clue as to the kind of reception he was about to get from the staff, well one teacher in particular.
"Good morning ladies. It's a pleasure to meet you all."