It was a brilliantly sunny day and the girls were outside for a joint broomstick/ P.E. session. This had been Miss Drill's idea to lighten the teaching load in Miss Hardbroom's absence.

"Now girls, let's have about five more reps of jumping over your brooms sideways," yelled Miss Drill, enthusiastically.

"Excuse me miss," squeaked Mildred, "What's a rep?"

"Uggh. Mildred! Just do the jump five more times, okay?" said Miss Drill with a groan. Miss Hardbroom walked over to Miss Drill while the girls were doing the rest of their reps.

"What a wonderful idea Miss Drill," she exclaimed, "Healthy bodies and healthy minds. It is a perfect well rounded education."

"Well rounded?" Miss Drill looked at Miss Hardbroom quizzically, "I'm just surprised to hear you say it. Before, you used to champion potions over everything."

Miss Hardbroom furrowed her brow. "Well, that doesn't seem particularly logical. Exercise is certainly important for these growing girls!"

Miss Drill noticed the girls had finished their reps and were standing around idly. "All right girls! Now that we are all warmed up, it's time to try more basic flying. Ethel, would you be so kind as to demonstrate, just like last week."

Having Ethel lead the class was one of Miss Cackle's ideas; since Miss Hardbroom didn't remember how to fly (although she proved herself very capable of doing so) she couldn't lead the girls so Ethel, who had private flying lessons, was going to demonstrate the various starting positions.

"Everyone, listen to me," Ethel demanded, "Hold your brooms in the air and tell them to hover, just like last week." She waited for them to do so, casting a particularly dirty look at Mildred who was, once again, having problems getting her broom to hover.

"Now, sit on your brooms and hover for a moment," Ethel said authoritatively. Ethel demonstrated so her class could see her perfect form.

"Let's try lifting off the ground a bit more from next week," Ethel said, "Just watch how I do it."

Miss Hardbroom walked over to Mildred who was wobbling on her banana broom. "Don't worry Mildred, you've got it! Your broom is hovering at your command; you just need to tell it what to do. Go on, give it a command," Constance said kindly.

Mildred gulped back and told her broom to rise; it did (with minimal shaking).

"There you go Mildred! Confidence and Control!" Miss Hardbroom said, looking a bit perplexed at the last phrase; it sounded so familiar, like she had said it before to Mildred.

"Now give it another command," she encouraged.

Mildred gripped her broom more tightly and said, "Go!" The broom did just that; it flew at breaking speed across the courtyard toward Ethel.

"Ahh!" screamed Ethel, "Mildred Hubbble! Watch out!" Mildred managed to steer the broom away just in the nick of time but ended up directing the broom towards the broom shed. Instead of giving another command she just shut her eyes tightly and raised her hands over her face as she crashed into the broom shed with a resounding thud, crash, and snap.

"Mildred Hubble!" Miss Hardbroom yelled, in a voice that she hadn't used in weeks. Throughout the past few weeks Miss Hardbroom had been very soft spoken, almost at a whisper.

Mildred sat straight up; she recognized that voice. That voice was HB's very scariest "Mildred Hubble is in so much trouble" voice. Could it be?

She looked over at HB and saw that Miss Hardbroom was clutching her hand to her chest, looking perplexed. She watched as the confusion passed over HB's face and turned to anger.

"Mildred!" HB yelled, "How could you be so clumsy! Really! It only takes a few simple commands to work a broom!" She walked over to Mildred and pulled her out of the broom shed and then grabbed her by the ear. "We are going straight to Miss Cackle's office!"

Imogen just stood dumfounded. It looked like the old Constance was back. She snapped back to reality and quickly followed Constance to Miss Cackle's office, not wanting to miss a thing. The rest of the girls still stood in the courtyard, confused about what had just happened.

"Miss Cackle!" Miss Hardbroom boomed as she burst into Miss Cackle's office.

"Ahhh!" Miss Cackle exclaimed, tossing her plate of cheesecake in the air, clearly startled.

"Miss Cackle, Mildred has caused another commotion in the courtyard! Headmistress this is the last straw." Miss Hardbroom was positively fuming.

"Constance, are you alright?" Amelia finally spoke.

"Of course I am. I am just….Well, I am just angry at Mildred. Just like usual." A smile flickered on her face, "Just like usual. Amelia. I remember, I remember everything!"

Imogen couldn't help but feel happy for Constance and disappointed at the same time; the understanding potions teacher who was becoming a friend would be gone.

"Constance, if that was all it took I would have told Mildred to cause trouble weeks ago," Miss Cackle chuckled, "I wonder why that jogged your memory?"

"Well, quite possibly Headmistress, it is because I spend an extraordinary amount of time catching Mildred doing things she is not supposed to be doing," she sighed, "In fact, it is sadly, what I spend the most time doing." She looked at Mildred and raised her eyebrows.

"Since it was Mildred's action that got your memory back Constance," said Miss Cackle, "Perhaps we could let her off the hook this time."

Miss Hardbroom sighed and nodded. "But don't think you will be off the hook for long girl! Now, go back to class!" Mildred scuttled out, a look of disappointment and amusement on her face; even if Miss Hardbroom was back to her old self, it was clear that Mildred was a rather large part of her life, in any case.

"So glad to have you back Miss Hardbroom," Imogen said warmly as she turned to leave.

"Imogen?" Miss Hardbroom said, in quite a softer tone.

"Yes Constance?" Imogen said, with her back still to Miss Hardbroom.

"I may be back to my 'old' self, but I do think that there are a few changes I would like to keep. I really like the idea of joint exercise and broomstick sessions."

"Really?" Imogen turned around.

"Yes," Constance said with the flickering of a smile. Imogen smiled back.

Just then, Miss Bat fluttered into the room. "Ahh, Constance! I made you that crown of flowers I promised you yesterday! Look, won't you look festive going to your classes?"

Constance groaned and shook her head. She looked back at Miss Drill and said, "Of course, some things should not be changed around here, no matter what!"

Note: Thanks for reading! I finally finished these stories at the request of a reader so, thank you for your interest. It feels good to at least finish these things!