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CurlyWitch14 x2: Make that Three! I'm currently Ill, and have been thinking of little else other than the worst Witch. So, With my spare time I write! Well.. Right now im going to try and sleep. But Hopefully more will come tomorrow!


Chapter Five: Emptying the home

Mildred noticed the lack of Hardbroom almost instantly. She wasn't mad about it, per say. It's not like she wanted HB to come and sit down with her and her friends over lunch. But at the same time.. She didn't like the silence the woman kept giving her. It was frustrating. Where were the snappy comments? The Insults? The General Criticism?

Mildred had wished for the past year and a half, that Miss Hardbroom would relax a little. But now.. She finds it frustrating not to have that. Come to think of it.. It was almost like HB was walking on eggshells around her. She hadn't been overly nice. But she hadn't been her usual harsh self either.

Mildred sat with her friends, Having a cold Lunch, and talking about today's classes. Maud promised to bring her the homework, while Enid promised to distract her from said homework. Towards the End of lunch, Miss Cackle made her way over, Hands holding one enough in front of her. And her back bending over the girls to talk to them on a more personal level.

Miss Cackle was very good at knowing the girls, and making them feel safe, and that they can talk to her. It was a Gift. Her Mum was much the same. All her childhood friends thought her mum was just the coolest. Easy going, Easy to talk to, Easy to get along with.

It's one of the many things she admired and strived to be herself. It occurred to her.. If she did become that person, her mother would never see it. Not as she should have.

Guilt and Anxiety stabbed into her heart, making Mildred feel positively sick ridden. The Look must have crossed her face. As the next thing she knew, Miss Cackle was asking her if she was quite alright. Mildred nodded, and asked to be excused to the bathroom.

Of Course she was, But not without eyes following her. And Miss Cackle added in: "No rush, Mildred. But remember we have things to get done". It was meant to be encouraging. But the thought of entering her mum's flat, just added to the Sick swirling round inside her.

She made it into the Bathroom, and into a stall before dropping down to her knees. She sat there.. And sat there.. And sat there. Nothing was happening. That's when she broke down into harsh, violent tears.

It needed to be done. But She wasn't ready. She wished Miss Hardbroom was going with her, She wouldn't take any whining, or sadness from her. But Miss Hardbroom wasn't allowed to leave. And soon, neither would Mildred.

She'd been in there a while before standing, leaving the stall, and washing off her face. Bravery was something every young witch needed a dash of. So, it was time for her to find hers, and put it to good use.

Once she was sure she looked like herself again, she made her way back to the Hall, which by now was empty. Just Miss Cackle standing in the middle of it.

"Ah, Mildred! I was wondering where you had got to."

"Sorry, Miss Cackle." Mildred gave a sheepish grin. She's already called the worst witch in the school, she didn't need to be known as the broken one too. "I'm ready when you are."

Miss Cackle then explained, nice, simply, and plainly what would happen. They would Transfer, something Miss Cackle was not a fan of doing most of the time, Back to her Mum's apartment, Where Mildred would take whatever was hers. Apart from the Furniture.

Miss Cackle also showed her a small brown bag. Explaining that Miss Hardbroom had already spelled it. She explained it like a black hole. It will send everything straight back here. Well.. Not into the Hall. But into HB's apartment.

Witch Mildred was sure she just loved. Not.

Miss Cackle took hold of Mildred's arm before teleporting into the Living room area.

What Mildred saw shocked her. The Apartment was in ruins. The Sofa shredded, the coffee table broken, books, DVDs, household appliances, thrown onto the floor. It looked like a tornado had been through.

Miss Cackle was Humming and Ah-ing about something. But Mildred's mind, and feet, took her elsewhere. Straight to her room.

All her pictures were ripped, left crumpled up on the floor, Her Pencils and pens Broken in half. Everything was all over the floor. Her mom had truly destroyed it all.

Miss Cackle soon appeared. "We can fix anything broken, Mildred.." Of course they could. They are witches. It wasn't that they were broken that troubled her. It's that her mother, who knows how much her drawings and art mean to her, had destroyed it all.

Mildred nodded, fighting another wave of crying, "Let's Look on the Bright side.. Now you have a chance to sort out what you really need." Miss Cackle started. "I still have clothing from the Nineties I've been meaning to get rid of."

For some reason, The Thought of Miss Cackle with her hair in two pigtails, a tied up school shift, Mini Skirt and cardigan popped into Mildred's Mind. But she soon shook that out. That was the last thing she needed to haunt her. Britney cackle.

Mildred soon got to work, grabbing clothing that she Liked, and throwing it in. Grabbing broken pencils, paper and CDs and throwing them in there too. It took them almost three hours to completely clear her room of all personal effects. All that was left was a small pile on top of her bed of things she didn't need.

She made her way through the rest of the House, Grabbing anything else that belonged to her, and throwing them in. At least until she could successfully say.

"I'm done, Miss Cackle. Not a trace of me left.." Mildred tried her best to sound cheerful, like that was a good thing. But it just ended up falling flat. Like a Child learning sarcasm.

Miss Cackle teleported them back to the castle. "Lessons should be finishing up, Head back to Miss Hardbrooms. I'm sure if you ask nicely, she'd help you put everything away." Mildred couldn't help the snappy remark in her head 'You're sure?'

Miss Cackle Thought too Highly of HB sometimes.

Despite that, Mildred made her way back towards the teachers corridor. Wrapping her arms around her. The thought of tidying everything, and trying to put it all away.. Was just stressful. Mildred could do cleaning, but she was never good at sorting.

Never mind the thoughts that were bound to pop up as she goes through her things once more. She'd barely keep it together as it is. Let alone having to do this for even longer. She wasn't even sure she had the room for half her things!

Soon she came to a halt outside HB's Apartment. Her hand raised, ready to knock.


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