Hello again! It's been a long time...
I've been working on this chapter forever, I really struggled with finding the right words to get across the vivid pictures I see in my head. Anyway I really hope you enjoy it! The idea comes from a strange dream I had which had mingled together bits of Harry Potter and the WW...
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Chapter 3
Excitement getting the better of her Mildred flicked the book open to the first page.
Diary of Miss. Constance Anne Hardbroom. Private and Confidential.
The elegantly written words disappeared from the page as soon as Mildred had read them. Puzzled, Mildred flicked through the rest of the diary, frustrated as she saw blank after blank page.
"I knew it was too good to be true Tabs." Mildred rolled her eyes at her sleepy cat.
Excitement thoroughly dwindled; Mildred sighed and closed the book, placing it on her bedside table. The creak of a door somewhere in the castle made her heart pound and she hastily blew out her candle. It wouldn't be good to be caught awake so long after lights out.
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Constance Hardbroom lay in her bed, attempting with no success to shut off her mind in order to get some much needed sleep. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. She just didn't know what. Years of being in the teaching profession had given her laser sharp senses. She knew that there was a rumour, started by one of her past students, that she could smell trouble before any plans to create it had been made.
Grabbing her cloak and lighting a candle she made her way out of her room. Her long dark hair swished in the night-time breeze. She was determined to patrol the castle until she found what it was that was amiss and then put the fear of God into the rule breaking students. "First stop, the fourth year corridor," she thought to herself, knowing the likeliness of certain members of her form group to be causing trouble by having 'Midnight feasts' as they called them.
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Turning over onto her side, Mildred tried to block out the sound of the wind bashing the castle.
A sudden bright light in the corner of her eye grabbed Mildred's attention. She sprang her head up from her pillow and rubbed her eyes, not daring to believe what she was seeing…
The diary seemed to be glowing with a bright white light…
"What…on…earth…" she whispered to herself, before a sudden darkness engulfed her.
Unaware whether her eyes were shut or open, Mildred felt herself hurtling through some sort of blackness – a magical vortex of some kind. Down, down, down, the fall continued as Mildred screamed, hoping in vain that someone would be able to hear her.
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Thud
Mildred felt herself hit the ground before she saw it coming. "Ouch" She groaned, looking at her surroundings. She appeared to be in some sort of forest, very similar to the one that surrounded the academy.
"Where am I?" Mildred spoke aloud, gazing in wonderment. She cradled her arms against her body to protect herself from the cool wind that felt so very real, feeling drastically underdressed in just her nightshirt and bed-socks. She gazed at the leaves ahead, which were vibrant shades of purple, brown and red, so very different to the bare branches of the forestry at Cackles in its current mid-winter.
A familiar sound caught her ears and she looked overhead; seeing a familiar sight. Two broomsticks were flying through the air, low enough for Mildred to make out that they were ridden by a middle-aged man with greying ends and a teenaged girl with jet black hair.
"EXCUSE ME" Mildred shouted, trying in vain to attract the rider's attentions. Confused and annoyed Mildred carried on shouting. "HELLO?" but was ignored once again.
"It's like they can't see me!" Mildred murmured in realisation. Scrambling in the forest she made to follow in the direction the broomsticks were heading.
It wasn't long before she came to a clearing that contained a large Georgian-style mansion perched on a slight hill with a large stone brick wall surrounding it. A large iron gate, similar to that of an old-fashioned prison was wide open and the sign next to the gate was written with a bold, imposing font:
WITCH TRAINING COLLEGE
All visitors must report to reception upon arrival.
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Constance sped through the corridor; slightly annoyed that she couldn't hear any noise from any night-time gatherings. "Am I going mad? She thought to herself. Her eyes grazed over the names on the student's doors, lingering on Mildred Hubble's. Something in the back of her mind was niggling her to check Mildred's room.
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