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The Diary Chapter 7

Mildred winced as she was forced watched the teenaged version of her teacher writhing with pain as she sat on the edge of her bed. She didn't understand why, how anybody - much less a teacher could be so cruel to a mere child committed into their care. She had known Heckitty Broomhead was mean, but she had no idea just how evil she really was. She understood now, Miss Hardbroom's protests at Mistress Broomhead taking over as head in Miss Cackle's absence and the actions she had taken to get Miss Cackle back as soon as possible. In reflection, those actions had been extremely brave.

Mildred knew there was nothing she could do to help the girl, and as a natural heroine with a big heart she just couldn't bare that. Tears began to fall down Constance's face as she whimpered with both the physical pain she was experiencing as a result of the potion and the emotional pain of knowing she was trapped at WTC for the next two years. Helpless and alone.

Mildred sat on the bed next to her, she knew her teacher couldn't hear her but she spoke aloud, more to calm herself if she was truly honest. "Don't worry Miss, you'll get through this. I promise you," she whispered, "You'll become one of the greatest witches around. You'll become so powerful that no one could ever hurt you…not even clumsy Mildred Hubble" She smiled sadly and reached and tried to clasp the girl's hand, but felt nothing except the cool air where the flesh should have been.

She suddenly felt that deep nauseating feeling in her stomach and felt herself shifting into the void which would take her to more of Constance Hardbroom's memories. Mildred felt like she was being forced to read a horror story - she just wanted to get the end and hide under her duvet as soon as possible.

The next memories she saw were murkier, greyer and seemed to be in less detail - as if Constance had not had the time to write them down properly. They still managed however, to make Mildred feel more and more ill at what her teacher had been through as a young adult:

She saw how Constance tried to run away but was caught by an invisible alarm system on the school's gates. She was punished with a tracking devise (similar to the one Heckitty had tried to place on Mildred) entrenched onto her ankle, so that Heckitty would always know her whereabouts.

She saw how Heckitty had caught Constance blushing attractively as one of the boys in the school commented that she was pretty, and so took a pair of scissors and cut her long dark hair off in large uneven chunks, ignoring the silent tears she wept. Mildred now understood why Constance's hair was so long, it was an act of rebellion that symbolised her freedom from both Witch Training College and Heckitty herself.

She saw more sickening abuse as Constance was punished for the smallest of things that were not always her fault. Mildred now knew that her time at school had been a breeze compared to her teachers.

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Constance opened her eyes and found herself in her old classroom at Witch Training College. Just the sight of that classroom made her quiver, "It's just a memory," she told herself, "there's nothing to be afraid of anymore."

In the middle of the room stood Mistress Broomhead berating her younger self for adding in one-to-many ingredients into a potion. Constance had always found verbal abuse worse, physical pain faded, but she knew the harsh criticism she had received from her teacher had damaged her deep within. It had been this criticism which had caused her to strive for perfection, to give up having friends and relationships in order to be the most powerful witch. She saw Mildred staring at the scene, the long, messy, chestnut bed-head standing in front of her easily identified her as the missing pupil. Both relief and anger bubbled up inside her, she was angry at Mildred for seeing her darkest memories without invitation but also at herself, for not realising the diary had gone missing sooner and so subjecting her pupil to her less-than-rosy past.

She walked up next to the girl and felt an intense pang of guilt replace her anger as she noticed her glistening, tear-stained eyes.

"I think you've seen enough, Mildred,' she said solemnly, putting a hand on her shoulder in what she hoped was a comforting gesture.

"M-M-miss!" Mildred wept, she had never been so happy and relieved to see her teacher before. She glanced into her dark eyes, expecting to find them furious, but instead found them blank and unreadable.

"Come," Constance took her hand as they both were sucked into the void, this time landing back in Mildred's freezing bedroom, rather than another memory.

Mildred sobbed as she realised both she and Miss Hardbroom were safe, she fought the desire to hug her form-mistress for the first time ever… but she doubted Miss Hardbroom would appreciate the contact. Gazing at the tall, imposing figure in front of her, she no longer felt afraid, instead she felt pity. She knew that what she had just seen had caused her opinion of Constance Hardbroom to change forever.

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Thanks for reading guys, I know I skated over some of the diary's contents but I didn't want the whole fanfiction to just be flashbacks. Please let me know what you think :)

I think there's going to be an interesting conversation between Millie and Constance in the next chapter :)