The whole situation was almost laughable. She was cramped up in this cupboard (which according to Miss Hardbroom was a regular residence of Miss Bats), waiting for the other teachers and that Broomhead woman to arrive, intending to eavesdrop on a conference that was most likely top secret. And she had been told to do so by Miss Hardbroom in person. Enid had to surpress the urge to laugh out loud. Miss Hardbroom had told her to break the rules! It was as if she was in a bizarre dream. And she was not sure whether she wanted to wake up, because she had suddenly remembered the look of tense determination she had seen on her teacher's face out in the woods, the air of bad foreboding that had surrounded her almost visible since then, and the helplessness she exuded now, while she walked around the staff room, arranging files that were already arranged. After a few minutes she found nothing more to do and started pacing the room like a caged tiger.
While Enid watched her teacher and pondered upon her thoughts, Miss Hardbroom suddenly froze. The girl soon realised the cause for it.
Footsteps echoed from the hall, drawing closer and closer.
The door opened, and in came Miss Cackle, Miss Bat and Miss Drill, followed by the one person whose presence Miss Hardbroom had been dreading. With a disapproving glare, Heckity Broomhead herself strode into the staffroom.
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A/N: As always, corrections more than welcome. The little man just told me that his name was Horace. Slimy little git. Won't tell me how the story will continue or why Broomhead is there. I could kill him for that!