A/N: *waves* The Princess is in the building and is currently plotting how to steal Paris Hilton's pink throne – tis gorgeous! :D
Up for a mission BMF? ;)
I have no idea where this is going. In fact I only came up with it earlier this afternoon after a kitchen disaster. :D but meh … anyone who knows moi know its: act now, think/plan later :)
Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own Worst Witch :(
A Recipe For Disaster
Chapter 1
It was almost midnight at Cackle's Academy for Witches and there wasn't a sound to be heard. Davina Bat the, slightly crazy, chanting teacher had been in the Great Hall concocting some new chants for the school assembly's, and also some new cheers. In fact she had even taken up knitting to make some new pom poms after the others had mysteriously gone 'missing'; she was sure Constance Hardbroom had something to do with it, but she would never share that thought aloud or her life wouldn't be worth living.
The clock on the wall chimed as midnight struck and Davina decided she better make her way to bed so she was full of energy for the school day ahead. She gathered up all her papers marked 'top secret' (she thought she had some pretty good material in there and she didn't want anybody stealing it and passing it off as their own), picked up her candle and left the Great Hall , heading in the direction of the staff room to get to her cupboard so she could retire to bed and if she was really lucky she might have her Egbert Hellibore dream again, oooh Egbert Hellibore and his staff ….
Lost in her fantasy she ended up walking in the opposite direction to her intended destination and found her self outside the potions laboratory.
Though she had majored in Chanting, she had always thought she would be good at potions, mixing all the different ingredients together; it was a bit like cooking and if she had inherited anything from her great grandmother then it was her culinary skills.
Well, she thought, Constance isn't around and if I asked her then I know she would say not a chance and that Mildred Hubble would successfully fly a broomstick before she would let me in her potions laboratory, so its now or never and besides she's never going to know …
She looked around furtively, almost as if she knew what she was doing was wrong, and, like going into a forbidden room she grasped the handle, turned it and slowly entered for fear of some nasty surprise lurking at the other side of the door. The room was immaculately tidy, as she had expected it to be; all potions on the shelf were alphabetized within their alphabetized categories of usage, and even in size order amongst that – it was certainly a very meticulous system Constance had in place.
She placed her papers on the desk and went over to the cabinet for a closer look. In the middle of one of the rows, was a bottle she was instantly attracted to – its label was slightly torn and almost completely faded- but there was some gravitational force almost pulling her towards it, she squinted her eyes in the dim candle light to try and read what it said.
After about ten minutes of debating with herself over various possibilities, She decided it said love, or it could equally have been lone, or something completely different, but she was going for the love option. Even at the risk of incurring the wrath of Constance for stealing one of her potions, the idea of the Chief Wizard falling for her seemed so worth it. It was like holding a precious jewel in her hand. She went to place the bottle of pink liquid in her tattered handbag, when a gust of wind blew and due to the windows being glassless her messy pile of papers were blown from the desk and scattered across the floor, she bent down to pick them up, when a sudden thunderous roar tore through the skies frightening her so much, she took a step back and accidently banged into the cabinet, the shelves suddenly gave way and almost as if in slow motion she watched in horror as each and every bottle hit the floor with a sickening crash, liquid oozed everywhere as potions ran together creating mesmerising patterns and colours. The potions laboratory was under a silencer spell so, although it was highly unlikely, she prayed that no one had heard the racket.
Another crash of thunder brought her back to reality with a bump and as she looked around and surveyed the mess, she let out a small whimper, Constance was going to kill her, there no doubt about it! , unless … she thought I can make some more potions and replace them, she'll never know the difference and after all how hard can it be?
A/N: Thanks for reading.
I'll update with the next chapter, well as soon as I've written it hehe , though I haven't forgotten about Perfection – I've just had total writers block since about June.
*MUWAH*