The night's events kept haunting Enid. For several days she could think of almost nothing else and became so quiet that her friends started to feel worried.
After every single potions lesson she was on the verge of approaching her teacher about it, but Miss Hardbroom's face was always so withdrawn that Enid did not dare speak to her even though it was itching her to learn more about the circumstances that had caused Broomhead's return to the academy. Never would she have admitted that she was also dreading to hear the reasons. For what could be bad enough to punish people with the presence of that old hag? Enid had been thinking about it for days, and she couldn't find anything worse than Millie's latest broomstick crash or Sibyll's most recent potions accident. But these things had happened before, numerous times, and surely that couldn't be enough of a reason for that plague to haunt them?
And while Enid kept guessing, the days passed. One day, about a week after the night of summer solstice, the girl suddenly noticed that her form mistress seemed unusually pale and distracted, and her heart sunk. Would she announce the dreaded news now? Would she finally give some reasons for the arrival of that unwelcome guest?
But when nothing had happened as the bell rang to announce the end of the lesson, Enid gathered all her courage and walked towards her teacher, her face determined.