Sooo, I was in a sort of a writing mode tonight. Hope you enjoy!
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There's this man again. Dark hair in a bun and blue eyes. When he would wear is hair loose, it would get to his shoulders. Usually I'm not that fond of this hairstyle –men are supposed to have their hair sort, or really long as most wizards wear it. But not like this man. He can have it. It looks –cute on him? I immediately started blushing when that thought came up to me. 'What is this?', I thought. I never felt anything like it. 'Is this love? Because when it is, I don't understand what I ran away for all the time.'. And have I told you about the eyes? Not regular blue, but way more intense. As if you could see the night- and day sky in them at the same time as you could see the sea in it…"The hour is over", miss Hardbroom told the class loud and clearly. The class sighted; she knew she made the test hard for the class, but this time, she couldn't even care as much as she usually would. Not that she would care usually, she only made it this hard so that they would pass their normal test, but still. Today she had other things on her mind. "Hand in your paperwork and then go to your next class. Quickly! Mildred Hubble, stop writing and hurry UP!", she almost yelled. Mildred looked up almost scared and crying. "Yes, Miss Hardbroom.".
Mildred wondered what was wrong with Miss Hardbroom. Obviously, she always yelled at her, but not with such a hateful voice. Yes, there would be hate in her voice, but not like… this. Not like she truly meant it. 'Your overreacting, Milly, stop worrying. You did well on the practice exam.', she told herself, right before she walked in the library to continue studying for her charms practice exam coming up.
Constance heard a voice behind her. A soft, but a more-than-manly voice. "Did you like the concert?". When Constance turned around to see who it was, her hart sort of dropped. To the other side of the world. She opened her mouth to say something, but no noise came out, so she closed it again. After a few seconds she said: "…Uhm. Well, uhm, I think it was… pretty well. I didn't think it would be this good, actually. How about you?" "You didn't think it would be this good?", he said, with a serious face. When he saw Constance her shocked face, he started laughing, which caused Constance her hart to drop again and made her blush. "I didn't think it would be this good either! My brother is the lead singer and he kind of forced me to be here.". He continued. "Oh really? One of my former teachers of the school I just graduated from kind of forced me to be here, because her nephew is the lead singer. She threatened to go to the exam board to cancel my graduation if I wouldn't be here.". The guys eyes became big. "No way! Aunt Broomhead was your teacher? I officially feel sorry for you know!". Constance blushed again. "Don't be. What's your name?"
After dinner, telling Ruby to put all those technology-rubbish away three times and telling Mildred to tie her shoelashes 16 times, if it wasn't more, Constance almost ran to her room. She didn't want to go to the staffroom. Unlike any day else, she didn't feel the urge to do her work there. She just wanted to be alone in her room. And with Morgana, if she already returned from her mouse-hunt in the building. When she arrived in her room, she saw that Morgana indeed returned. Without a mouse or a rat, this time. She was hungry, so Constance fed her. "Enjoy your meal", she whispered. "I hope you can enjoy yours than I enjoyed mine.".
I tear rolled down Constance her cheek when she tried to sleep. And another one. She hadn't been able to do any of her work. If that little bitch didn't make her life unbearable again, she wouldn't be crying right now. First, she made her life horrible at Witch Training, thén she decided to separate her with her husband and daughter. She'd been told they're both dead now. She wasn't even sure. She couldn't burry them herself, Broomhead made sure she couldn't. But everything pointed at this. She tried everything, finding her husband and daughter, and finding Broomhead, but nothing of it happened. Broomhead was supposed to do the school inspection last year, but due 'illness' someone else did it. Perhaps it was a relief, since Broomhead probably would close the school, but Constance felt disappointed. She only wanted some answers…
