Chapter 1
"I'm pretty sure that these girls don't need yet another gym lesson to 'keep fit', Imogen," Constance Hardbroom argued, arms crossed as so often and eyes shining.
"Of course it is necessary to keep their bodies in condition, so that their minds are kept clear as well for their exams in a few weeks."
"No extra gym lessons will be of much help. It wouldn't be the first time one of them gets hurt into the ridiculous route you always sketch for them deep into the woods, nor would it be a first to have them completely exhausted after so that it is even too hard to keep awake during my lessons," HB concluded. She wasn't really wrong.
Imogen opened her mouth a few times to argue back, but apparently only to gulp air, because no word came from her mouth.
"No, what the girls need is a few extra lessons of Potions, so that their exams shall go well with no huge issues, except for those anticipated," Miss Hardbroom continued, specifically thinking about one Mildred Hubble that never seemed to be able to survive any single lesson of hers without doing something wrong.
"I would think Constance is right," Miss Bat added to the conversation, popping her head from the cabinet before revealing herself fully.
HB's eyes became somewhat milder and she looked back at Miss Drill accomplished. Davina Bat usually wasn't one who agreed with the severe Potions teacher, so this could be called quite an achievement.
"I personally don't think it would be smart to have them physically exhausted with extra gym with their exams so near. I rather think what the girls need is something to cheer them up, that would make them bright and relaxed – like singing!" She said, heaving a very high pitched note that couldn't be any more off key.
HB easily made her notes unheard by one flick of her wrist. And then the bomb really burst, because all three teachers started arguing for their ideas.
Amelia Cackle's entry was found unnoticed by either of them. "Ahem." Neither of the women seemed to have heard. "Ahem," Amelia repeated somewhat louder than firstly. This seemed to do it, for all three teachers looked up at the Headmistress this time. "Please, ladies. Your arguing is easily heard at the end of the hallway. What is it about this time?" Amelia wondered, sitting herself down behind the desk in front of the window. However, as she could have guessed, all three started arguing at about the same time again. No one would have been able to distinct a word from the cacophony of voices.