Son of a lynch. forget what i said previously about Updates and stuff thats gone out the window. Hopefully regular updates will resume shorty or I will like miraculous finish it and just post all the chapters at once. both are retcon time. Ive been going back over the story and will be fixing grammer and speelin etc but rereading and for future reference:

- Jadu is a Manticore still but with some other blood in the family tree causing a ruffle of feathers at her shoulders.

- I'd accidentally called two diffrent monsters Izzy. Fixed that I hope

-some tweaks to Miss Drill's ...remembering her face thing.

- theres gonna be some adjustments to the daytime/ night time routine. I realised Mildred and co have no free time as 'day walkers' and it screws up the timing for the next story arch.

Thank you so much for reading TC you kooky spookies

Up in the air, Mildred wasn't sure what had happened. One moment she was fine. She'd cleared the Under-Over-Obstacle and was turning to approach to the hardest bit of the course; the run up that lead her up to the shed roof for one hover, while she grabbed the garlic, then fly one handed through the tunnel of doom….

But it was fine, Mildred was calm and she knew the course. And she had her friends in her ear directing her. It was fine she could do this, it was fine, it was fine it was fine she could do this, it was fine, it was fine she could do this, it was fine, it was fine she could do this, it was fine, it was fine she could do this, it was fine, it was fine she could do this, it was fine, it was fine she could do this, it was fine, it was fine she could do this, it was fine, it was fine it was fiiiiiiiine-

Then the next moment, Ruby stopped giving out instructions.

"Ruby? What now?" Mildred hissed.

There was a beat. And then, Worse than no Ruby, Mildred heard Miss Hardbroom-!

She missed what HB actually said, just caught her voice. Not thinking Mildred risked a glance over her shoulder. And then had to whip her head back around sharpish. Looking down behind her had upset her stomach and her vertigo. And upset her broomstick. Brooms tended to fly where ever you were looking after all.

"Ruby?!" she pressed again, panicking a little. Mildred had already now drifted dangerously off course. She tried to readjust her flight pattern; only to veer to much the other way in a zigzag. "Maud? Jadu, what's happened?"

(What had happened, and what then happened, was in short, a disaster. What then happened took less than twenty seconds, but could not be summed up in as many words.)

A horrid electric white noise suddenly deafened Mildred, as Miss Hardbroom totally fried the other half of the walkie talkie set. Mildred yelped, tore out the ear phones and covered her ears, squeezing her eyes tight shut. Which obviously, when you cannot fly one handed (let alone no handies) was a big mistake.

The line went dead as Ruby's radio was vanished, but Mildred was a bit busy to notice. In taking both hands off the stick, the broom had reared up sending her backward down toward the bristles. Mildred lunged forward and grabbed back hold of the broom just in time. But the forward momentum sent them both into a nose dive! The broom dropped like a stone with Mildred clinging on for dear life and screaming all the way down.

Had Mildred been able too, she would have heard the crowd gasp and yell. And she would have seen the teachers springing it to action as soon as Mildred had looked to be in trouble. Soft landings, gym mats, sponge cobbles; the works all conjured up beneath her. The deputy and other staff on the ground began herding first years back. shields and nets flung up in front of the other groups of gals. A certain ghost trying to magically calm the broom. That sort of thing.

Unfortunately, such spells only tend to work as counter curses, not as an aid to awful flyers. Mildred (still screaming) heaved and pulled out of the dive at least, banking a hard left rather than a hard right into a wall. But the banana broom bucked like a bronco, bending almost in half at its break, its splint and spellotape straining to hold together. In trying to gain control Mildred (still screaming) almost tipped herself off completely and ended up barrel rolling right over; losing her hat along the way with her arms wrapped around the shaft and legs swinging out beneath her.

On the positive she was now upright and flying on a steady level. A less scared more experienced witchling would have then commanded the broom to halt and hover. Mildred (still still screaming) was not an experienced witchling. She looked up in time to see she was upright and flying on a steady level the Wrong way and straight into the wrong end of the dreaded Tunnel of Doom.

And, Mildred (yes, still screaming-) Mildred closed her eyes.

If it wasn't dark enough in the tunnel before, it certainly was now! Mildred hit every corner and dip as she bashed and thudded her way through it, before missing a bend completely and tore her way to freedom, as if the Tunnel of Doom had spat her out, sending her into a spin. The crowd gasped and then screeched as Mildred (somehow still screaming) was flung from her broom.

The Worst Witch did not land in any safety net or hit any soft landing. Instead Mildred crashed onto the broom shed sending garlic everywhere, while Mildred (who'd also Finally stopped with the screaming. The banshee students were actually quite impressed with that.) While Mildred herself went skidding and rolling along the corrugated tin roof; eventually coming to a dazed stop on her stomach hanging sideways one arm one leg over the edge.

The broomstick however hadn't stopped. Rider- less it struck a much thicker bit of wood, a supporting beam of the Tunnel. It smashed the broom along the middle, bending it around the beam with the force then Broke off in half. The Tunnel of Doom creaked unbalanced then collapsed. and both ends of the broom went shooting off in opposite directions. One end, the half with the bristles and a wad of spellotape at the break hit the wall then hit the cobbles. It skidded and sparked along the floor finally coming to a halt at the broom shed miraculously right in front of the shed.

The other the majority of the handle, Snapped off. and rebounded about the yard like a bullet, causing a mass scramble to Duck and take cover from the very pointy stick. Still trying to fly solo it swooped up then ricochet off one stone wall in a shower of flint and sparks that sent it shooting off again; its sharp end a heading straight for Miss Hardbroom …