They start at cackles when they are 14 instead of 12


Julie POV

I raised Mildred all alone since she was conceived, I never had the chance to tell her other parents about her. Yes, other parents I was in a relationship with two others but they never found out I was pregnant before they told me they needed to leave for my own 'protection'. I never told Mildred who her parents were but I did tell her about them and mad sure she knew that they would have loved her despite her differences.

It was hard raising her all alone not because she was a handful, but because she was a witch as a baby she couldn't control her magic and would randomly have things float or transport herself out of her crib. Her magic always had outbursts sue to her strong emotions so I ended up having to home school her.

Mildred age 1

I just woke up to crying it was Mildred obviously, so I went over to her and took her out the crib cradling her.

"shh shh it's ok mummy's here no-one can get you" I shushed her.

During all of this my eyes hadn't really adjusted as it was 3am. I just noticed that her teddy bear was floating towards her as she mad grabbing motions towards it. I moved my head out the way for it to fly into her arms as she slowly drifted back to sleep, head cradled into my neck. I decided to bring her back to my bed and lay her down with me as I didn't want to have to get up again.

'What am I going to do with you' I thought to myself as I watched her as she silently slept cuddled up to her favourite toy. I really had hoped she would just be like me as I couldn't give her everything she needed, I felt like I was robbing her of her birth rights. Luckily one of her other parents had left a book behind along with other possessions they both had just disregarded and left at the flat. I took her into my arms, content, and drifted into my own peaceful slumber. 'you will be the best witch there ever lived Mildred Hubble.

Mildred age 6

I have spent the last 2 years teaching Millie all the things she needed in life while also trying to teach her the basics of witchcraft, which I struggled to do due to the fact that I wasn't a witch. However little Millie was always intrigued to learn something new about the witchcraft. She had become really creative over the years as she wasn't allowed out the flat due to the incidents which had recurred a couple of months earlier

I had just left Millie alone for 5 minutes to grab her a glass of juice and I had returned to her bawling her eyes out. I immediately ran to her side asking what was wrong which she replied with "mummy help it hurts!" screamed at the top of her lungs. The next thing I knew there was an adorable little wolf pup in front of me that immediately jumped into my lap. This was something else I was scared of happening one of her other parents had been a wolf shifter which allowed them to turn into a wolf. They had told me how as a young pup (which is what she referred to herself as, as a child) they struggled to control themselves and had to e kept inside.

I sat there scratching my pups ear until she had poofed back into being a regular toddler who just sat and giggled. This is how her daughter had been confined to the flat and also how she had gained the nickname 'pup''

Present day

My pup had grown into a fine young witch and even though she knew the bare basics of being a witch, over the years Millie had mad sure that she knew everything about that book, she cherished it as it is thee only thing she has from her other parents. I don't understand but she says that it has their scent which is her wolf side detecting her parents and acknowledging them. over the years she has learnt to master her wolf so she could go out. Every night I would take her down to this little forest where she would become a wolf and run for a good hour I would just sit there ,maybe bring something to keep me entertained, until she returned. We both agreed that this would help her stay in touch with her inner wolf as I wanted to make sure she could be who she was without being ashamed.

She had become quite the artist and would usually sit around and draw or paint for hours she told me 'It calms me'. It's her own little thing as nor me or her other parents ever touched anything artsy. She would always draw this castle which she had quite a few sketches and paintings of but I could never figure out where she had seen the castle. Every time she drew a picture of the castle she would sit and stare out the window and I never knew why, I always assumed she was looking at the forest.

I had raised a fine young pup and witch and was content on sending her to st andrews to grow even more, she was excited as it would be her 1st time in a proper school. At least this is what I had planned to do but things don't always go to plan