Well, two chapters in one day. Basically because I was in a writing mood today. Hope you'll enjoy :D
PS: I know Broomhead is starting to get a bit OOC, but I actually kinda like to make her look a bit furnable. Since I've been thinking there has to be a reason she was the way she was portraid, I felt like exploring that a bit while writing. So that's why :)
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Mildred could feel her heart beat in her ears. Miss Hardbroom is her mother and Nick her father? Miss Hardbroom must feel shocked when she heard she was her daughter. 'She once called me the worst witch of the entire school, she's going to hate it when she hears I'm hear daughter', she thought. 'How am I going to get out of here? Am I going to get out of here? That lady –Broomhead- , although she scared me to death, she sounded protective in her way, but miss Hardbroom said it was all her fault. On the other hand, there was miss Hardbroom her grandmother. What if she really had to do with it? I really have to find some answers here.'. She stood up, with her legs still shaking. She looked around in the room and found a light switch. It turned on a huge lamp on the ceiling. The room was actually quite big, with a desk in the corner next to the door. Mildred decided to look over the huge amount of paperwork which was on the desk. She wanted to know what happened and she hoped to get more information from the paperwork.
After 45 minutes, she had read through all the paperwork and her eyes had filled with tears. These were mostly letters which Broomhead had received from probably Miss Hardbroom her grandmother. She obviously didn't have the letters which Broomhead had send, but she still could make something out of it from the letters received. Broomhead at first didn't even want to separate the family, she felt as if it wasn't necessary to do so. Penelope, on the other hand, was just out on revenge: she couldn't tear Constance and her parents apart anymore, but she could tear Constance her family apart. Something she felt like Constance her mother had done to her. 'This isn't even fair. Why me and my mommy and daddy?', she thought.
Mistress Broomhead closed and locked all the doors and windows of the house. She hoped the girl would be clever and stay inside. 'Constance is never going to believe me', she thought, 'but what she doesn't know is that we all would be dead by know if I hadn't done this.'. She walked through the gate and headed for the library. She didn't expect to find anything new about Penelope, but she just wanted to check, just to be sure. Plus, if she remembered correctly, Frank would be working today, and he seemed to know the ins and outs of every single person who ever lived in this town. Even if they're dead or if they only lived here for a month in a hotel before heading to another city. Heckety never paid much attention to it, but for today, she felt like it could be useful.
In all of a sudden, she heard a whole bunch of voices, of which she recognized two of them. She turned pale white. Nick and Constance. She tried turning around quickly, but she was too late. "Broomhead!", a loud voice full of hatred, but also pain yelled at her. She never realised Constance could yell so loudly and could sound so scary. Constance materialised right in front of her. "What. Have. You. Done. To. My. Daughter?", Constance almost yelled.
Constance felt as if she could burst from anger any moment. She had expected to be afraid when she saw Broomhead again, and that she would flee. But now she saw her, she had trouble controlling her anger. "S-save for now.", Broomhead answered. "Save? With you? Could you believe it! Where is she? I want to go to my daughter!", she yelled at her. "You can't!", Broomhead answered desperately. "Everyone said your grandmother is dead, but I don't believe anything from it! Last time I saw her she was more than alive.", she continued. "And what on earth has that to do with tearing my family apart? You couldn't even allow me to have a family!", Constance answered, while she was crying now. Nick walked towards Constance and pushed Constance close to her. "And what on earth have I done to you to deserve this? We both didn't do anything to you to deserve this.", he said. "You don't understand, do you? You really don't! She threatened to kill us all, one by one, if the three of you would be together." "And you decided to help her instead of helping us?". Broomhead sighted. Tears filled up her eyes. Constance and Nick were shocked to see this happen. "I tried, but then she killed one of my neighbours. It was a warning, she said. If I would refuse again, her husband would get killed. And then us. Those two where basically the people who replaced my own parents…".
Amelia looked thoughtful out of her eyes. "Up until now, it matches with what we heard from your parents and the Witches Guild.", she said to Constance. She stepped forward and looked to Broomhead over her glasses. "Where were you heading to?", she asked her with an icy voice. "Library.", she answered softly. "The librarian knows lots of ins and outs of people who have ever been here. Even the dead." "Then we'll come with you.", Amelia answered. "Let's make sure she remains dead forever, so to speak. At least on the paper and in the way she acts. We're not actually going to go down to her level.".
Right before entering the library, Broomhead kept Constance outside for a moment. "I know you must have thought I hated you at Weirdsister, and that it got even worse after…" "You do hate me.", Constance with an icy voice. "I never hated you, and defiantly not this much. I just tried not to get us killed." "Yes, of course you did.", Constance said, with just an icy voice as just before. She turned around and followed Amelia into the library.