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Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

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Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your DMs with the "you seem really odd and your blog intrigues me, do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters"

[citrusy-fangirl]

The Worst Witch potential ideas

Choose the ship(s) that inspire you amongst these ones:

- Agatha Cackle/Geraldine Gullet

- Pippa Pentangle/Hecate Hardbroom (Hicsqueak)

- Ada Cackle/Hecate Hardbroom (Hicsqueak)

- Dimity Drill/Hecate Hardbroom (Starbroom)

- Julie Hubble/Hecate Hardbroom (Mumbroom)

Suggested potential prompts:

1. Things you said under the stars in the grass

2. Things you said through someone else

3. Things you said when you thought I was asleep

Thanks for the prompts! I decided to start with a little Agatha/Geraldine microfic, written to "Things you said through someone else." FYI, I headcanon that Agatha and Geraldine had an on-again, off-again thing for a number of years before the show picks up. This is meant to be happening some time before the show begins, during the period of time (whenever it was) when Ada and Agatha were both involved with the running of the school.

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“Come on, Ada, just this one time. Do it for me.”

“I won't!”

“I'd do it for you –”

“I certainly don't doubt that,” Ada says, with an edge to her voice. “That doesn't change anything. You know it isn't right, playing tricks on people that way. It was one thing when we were children, but now –”

“It's not a trick, really. It's a lie, but it's told out of compassion.”

“And how do you work that out?!”

“Imagine,” Agatha says, and the look on her face is the one Ada likes least, “how I'm likely to break up with Geraldine. How she'll feel, once I've done things my way. Imagine that, and then imagine how she'll feel if you do it, pretending to be me.  How much easier it will be on her. She'll be sad, but she'll feel cared for all the same.”

“You could achieve the same thing yourself by simply not being awful for a change.”

“Come now, Ada,” Agatha wheedles. “I'm just not good at these things. You know that. I always seem to say the wrong thing. You're so much better at ending things kindly.”

“Oh, cauldron curd. You could be every bit as kind if you'd a mind to be.”

“But I don't.” Agatha's smile is feral now. “So it's your choice, isn't it? You do it pretending to be me, or she'll be heartbroken and it'll be your fault. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with a lovely new woman who doesn't talk as though she's got a clothespin clamped to her nose. Goodbye –” And with a wave of her hand, she's sailed out the door of the office they share. Ada groans out loud, burying her face in her hands. Not again, not again, not again –

But ten minutes later, a woman with no glasses and a close-fitting tailored suit is in Agatha’s bedroom, making a mirror call. “Geraldine,” Ada says, and her voice is as gentle as it can be while still being plausible as being Agatha's. “I'm afraid we need to talk.”

[medusarealms]

"cauldron curd" -> Very witchy swear expression! :D

"who doesn't talk as though she's got a clothespin clamped to her nose" refering to Geraldine Gullet made me chuckle.

Well written piece that portrays really well the toxicity of Agatha and how manipulative she can be. Ada's willingness to sacrifice for the greater good in this fic is inspiring and compassionate.

[citrusy-fangirl]

Potential writing idea for Worst Witch fandom:

Ship -> Hackle: Miss Cackle and Miss Hardbroom (tww1998 or tww2017)

Prompt-> I noticed you weren't okay three weeks ago. I've been trying to figure out how to say something.

This one turned out to be less of a ficlet and more of a one-shot* so I posted it to AO3 as a standalone instead of here:

Title: I said I'm sorry, love, I have no will Chapters: 1/1 Relationships: Hecate Hardbroom/Ada Cackle Rating: T Tags:  Hackle, So Much Angst (Albeit with a Happy Ending), Dealing with the Darker Aspects of Miss Softbroom Summary: After the Miss Softbroom episode, Hecate is not all right. Ada comes to her to ask what's wrong. Note: im sorry this is so ridiculous :( __________________________________ *I say this even though I referred to the Agatha thing I wrote as a ficlet and it was like 100 words shorter than this.

[medusarealms]

Excellent fic! A must read! 💖

[mordler]

Cackles Academy gifset

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[citrusy-fangirl]

Potential tww idea:

Ship: Hicsqueak (Hecate Hardbroom and Pippa Pentangle)

Prompt: 💕 kissing somewhere other than the lips

I'm all about the prompt memes lately! Hope it's okay that this one is technically Joy/Pippa instead of Hecate/Pippa. I wanted to play with the tol/smol dynamic that Pippa's school nickname suggests.

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“She said I might be excluded!”

Joy looks into Pippa’s tear-streaked face and represses an urge to brush the teardrops off her cheeks.  “I’m sure she didn’t mean it, Pippa.”

“But I didn’t even do it!  It was Theresa Toadflax!”

“Obviously,” Joy says, trying to make light of it, “or the lab wouldn’t have blown up.” 

“But she wouldn’t believe me –”

“You know how Mrs. Cackle can be sometimes.  She gets ideas in her head, and she won’t really listen to reason.”

“She called my parents!”

“But they believed you, didn’t they?”

“I think so, but –”

“Pipsqueak.”  Joy can’t stand looking at Pippa’s woeful expression anymore.  She pulls Pippa into an embrace, pressing her face into the chest of Joy’s pinafore. Pippa, more than a head shorter than Joy, slumps into her, still crying. “Shh,” Joy whispers, feeling PIppa’s tears soak through the cloth.  “It will be all right.”

“But –”

“Sssshhh,” Joy says again, and on impulse she bends her head over Pippa’s and places a gentle kiss on top of the head of blonde hair, now beginning to come out of its ponytail.  Pippa goes very still for a moment, then relaxes.  Her shoulders have stopped shaking with sobs.  Gently, Joy caresses the straggling strands of the smaller girl’s hair, then pulls the elastic out entirely.  Pippa’s hair cascades down around her shoulders.  Joy closes her eyes, breathing in the scent of Pippa’s shampoo.  Pippa is quiet now, head still pressed into Joy’s chest. 

“You’ll be all right,” Joy whispers, and, unable to stop herself, presses another, longer kiss into PIppa’s hair. “Don’t cry.”

“Mrs. Cackle told me to go back to my hutch,” PIppa says, sounding younger than her 14 years, “but she didn’t say I had to go alone.  Will you come sit with me for a while?”

“‘Course.”  Joy runs a hand through PIppa’s hair, then lets her go. “Even if she’d said you had to go alone, I’d still have come with you, you know.”

“I don’t want to be getting you in trouble too.” 

“Too bad you’re stuck with me, then, no matter what.”  Joy slips her hand into Pippa’s, gives it a squeeze.  “You know nothing’s ever going to come between us.” 

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

[medusarealms]

Lovely and soft comfort moment for young hicsqueak 💕✨

[booplesnotts-art]

Rewatching tww again for the plot

[gayness-and-mayhem]

If I were Imogen Drill, there are only two reasons I would have given that whistle up to HB that easily:

1) That they're in a relationship so she doesn't care about the fact that HB's mouth is also going to be on it (something which might be a bit gross otherwise)

Or

2) They're not in a relationship, but she's pining so hard that she is only too happy to share because she thinks it's the closest she'll ever get to kissing HB (and vice versa, bc I feel like the way HB is, she would totally not be up for sharing something like a whistle with just anyone. And what I mean by that is that I think she is probably a germophobe).

[colorstatu]

I returned! and soon it will be Christmas and yes or yes I have to make drawings of this beautiful series, sorry for not having uploaded anything, I had been busy, but the good thing is that I was nominated at school for my animation

[citrusy-fangirl]

Aaand here's another ask box prompt meme fic for @medusarealms! This prompt was "Not a ship, but more like family relationships -> The Cackle sisters: Ada Cackle and Agatha Cackle -- 'I do not believe my heart shall ever recover.'” I originally was trying to conceptualize something very earnest and serious for this prompt and then everything took a bonkers left turn and I ended up with a Hackle fic stuffed with a wacky mess of Agatha & Ada shenanigans. (I mean the shenanigans are on Agatha's part, but the themes pertain to their sibling relationship.) Note that there's a lot of consent issues that come up in this fic, but no actual sexual content. Hope you enjoy! _________________________

Ada and Hecate have been missing each other's signals for six months before Agatha decides to get involved. 

To be fair, they'd have continued to miss each other's signals for the next ten years if Agatha hadn't taken matters into her own hands. Agatha doesn't even know how much longer than that it might have taken them to acknowledge their feelings, if indeed they ever would have; the draught of future water she took only showed her the next decade. In any case, Agatha is not interested in watching her sister pine away endlessly for a woman who is clearly pining for her in turn. She also finds the prospect of a little spice and drama to be delicious.

So Hecate is surprised one afternoon, upon returning to her potions lab after dinner, to find Ada there waiting for her. Normally if Ada wished to speak to her she'd have summoned Hecate to her office, but here she is, sitting demurely at Hecate’s desk, an empty cauldron in front of her and a variety of ingredients laid out neatly around it. Hecate’s pulse begins to pick up as she takes note of the particular ingredients Ada has chosen. Barrenwort, maidenhair, pomegranate seeds. Bloodred rose petals, oyster hearts. What sort of potion can Ada possibly be making with those? And why is she looking at Hecate that way – a look that's challenging, almost arch?  The brooch that normally secures the top of her jumper is missing today, and the top two buttons of her pink dress are undone. All these things flash through Hecate's mind in an instant as she steps into the room. Her mouth has gone dry.

“Hecate,” Ada says, not rising from the chair.  “There you are.”

“Is there… something you needed, Headmistress?” Hecate says, a little awkwardly. 

“Well, you could begin by calling me Ada,” Ada says pleasantly.  “That would get us a little further along.”

“Further along?” 

“Oh, Hecate,” Ada says, and laughs lightly. “I’d almost believe you really were entirely oblivious.” 

“Oblivious…”  Hecate feels like she’s stepped into quicksand, is feeling the ground shift as it begins to swallow her.  “Oblivious to… what?”

“Oblivious to me,” Ada says, a bit sharply.  “Oblivious to my feelings for you.” 

Hecate’s jaw drops.  She is entirely flummoxed. 

“Surely you can’t really have missed it,” Ada says.  “All this time.” 

“I…” Hecate literally can’t find a single word more.  She makes a little interrogative noise. 

“I’m mad about you, Hecate,” Ada says directly, one hand playing idly with the dish of rose petals.  Then she rises to her feet and begins to move toward Hecate.  “I always have been.  The same way you’re mad about me.”

“Ada!” The word bursts out of Hecate without her consent. She has never been so stunned in her life. 

“Oh, don’t pretend it isn’t true,” Ada says, her voice lowering conspiratorially now.  Conspiratorially and caressingly.  “Hecate, I’ve spent months upon months longing for you, hoping you’d take the hint, but that doesn’t seem to be your strong suit.  So I’m having to take a more direct approach now, I’m afraid.”

“But – I –” Ada is moving closer now.  Hecate catches a whiff of floral perfume, and a few odd notes of scent from the ingredients scattered around the cauldron, heady and exciting. 

“Shh,” Ada whispers, now inches away from Hecate’s face.  “Let me have this.”

“Have…” But Hecate can no longer pretend she doesn’t know what’s going on, not as Ada’s face moves in close to hers.  Her body begins to press against Hecate’s own, and fire whips through Hecate’s nerve endings.  Helplessly, she begins to lower her face to meet Ada’s –

“Hecate?” Hecate startles so hard that she nearly falls over as Ada’s voice tears through the moment.  Ada’s voice?  Ada’s mouth is still closed, her lips just barely parted.  What –?

“Agatha!”  Now there’s horror in Ada’s voice.  The expression on the face of the woman before Hecate now is complicated – the sullenness of a child who’s been caught misbehaving mixed with the mischief of a woman who’s enjoying the chaos she’s wrought.  Mixed with a subtler note of triumph and more than a hint of provocation. 

Hecate whirls around and sees the real Ada in the doorway.  The expression on her face tells Hecate everything she needs to know. 

“Oh, Merlin.” For a moment Hecate thinks she is going to throw up.  This is it, her life is over, there’s no coming back from this –

“Agatha, how could you?” Ada demands, taking several steps into the room.  “How dare you – how you can –”

“Oh, calm down, Ada,” Agatha says, flippantly.  “I’m just trying to help you out.  You could thank me, instead of turning that unattractive shade of purple.” 

“Thank you!  For harassing my best friend?!”

“Oh, come on, now, sister, if she were only your best friend I’d never have tried to put the moves on her.  Well, I wouldn’t have done it pretending to be you,” Agatha amends. “I’m not making any further promises.”

Hecate bites the inside of her cheek until it bleeds, trying to wake herself up from this nightmare.  She digs her nails into her palms.  Nothing. The room stays solid around her, the two Adas still real.

“What did you even think you were doing!” Ada is pacing, rhythmically striking her forehead with her palm.  She hasn’t made eye contact with Hecate yet. 

“Isn’t it obvious?  I was helping the both of you along.  Since neither of you is capable of acknowledging that you’re mad for each other, I thought I’d fix things up a bit.  Don’t worry, I’d have magically given you the memory of all of this later.  You’d have thought you finally worked up the courage at last, that’s all.” 

“You would have – you would have –”

“Oh, really, Ada,” Agatha says dismissively.  “I can’t imagine why you’re acting like you don’t know me.” 

“Because you’re appalling!  This is – oh, fuck –”

“Ada, swearing!” Agatha laughs delightedly.   “I’m not sure I’ve ever heard you use language like that in my life. It suits you wonderfully.” 

Ada stops her pacing and instantaneously spins to face Agatha, raising her hands in one imperative motion.  Hecate’s force field blooms between the two sisters just in time; Ada’s spell crashes into it, blue-white and deadly, and dissipates in a shock of electricity.  “Hecate, let me at her,” Ada snarls now.  “What she tried to do to you – Agatha, you’ve crossed the line before, but this –”

“Oh, let’s not overdramatize,” Agatha says indifferently.  “If it had all worked out as I’d planned I’d have handed you the woman of your dreams.  There would just have been an element of proxy involved, initially.”  

“Hecate.”  Abruptly Ada turns her back on Agatha, rushing to Hecate’s side.  “Hecate, I can’t – I don’t even have words to tell you how – how sorry I am, how horrified I am – Hecate, please, don’t –”

Ada is beginning to cry.  Hecate stares at her dumbly. 

“Well, I think I’ve done my share of matchmaking for the day,” Agatha says, sounding bored.  Emotional scenes have never been of any interest to her.  “Work it out amongst yourselves, but take my advice and finish off what I’ve started.  A vial of future water told me you’ll be miserable for at least the next ten years if you don’t.”  With that, she flicks one hand up and disappears. 

“She stole a vial of future water?” Hecate says, randomly.  Ada, still crying, begins to pace again. 

“I can’t believe she could – even Agatha – the idea that she would – and now she’s ruined everything –”

Suddenly Hecate’s mind snaps into gear, honing in on that last phrase.  “What?” she says, voice unsteady.  Ada has stopped pacing now, is looking at her with cow’s eyes. “What has she ruined?”

Ada closes her eyes.  “All right,” she says, and her voice is abruptly calm again.  “I’m going to count to five and pinch my arm, and when I open my eyes I’ll wake up.” 

“Don’t bother,” Hecate says.  “It doesn’t work.” She takes a step closer to Ada.  “What has she ruined?” 

Eyes still closed, Ada shudders. 

“Because – if –” Hecate gropes for the next words, but they’re eluding her. 

“Nothing,” Ada says suddenly, savagely.  “She’s ruined nothing at all, because there was never any chance I could have had what I wanted.  That I could have had you.  I’m in love with you, Hecate, and I have been since the day we met, and for so long I dreamed – but it was nothing but foolishness, and now she’s flushed it out into the open and I can’t pretend it away, or even pretend to be normal around you anymore. And I’m sure you can never forgive me, although whether my worst sin is loving you or having the most ghastly sister on the planet I’m not sure –”

“Ada.” Hecate cuts into this torrent of words, holding Ada’s eyes with her own. “Please.” 

“Please…?”  Ada’s voice is a whisper now. 

Hecate clears her throat.  “Please don’t.”

“Please don’t what?” 

“Please don’t think that,” Hecate says, and then as Ada’s brow crinkles Hecate takes three steps forward and kisses her. 

The room spins around them, the scent of the various aphrodisiac herbs and ingredients Agatha so diligently collected rising up in the air, enveloping them.  Hecate’s hand steals to the small of Ada’s back. Ada makes a muffled, shocked little noise against Hecate’s mouth, then deepens the kiss, pulling Hecate closer to her, standing on her tiptoes to reach. The kiss goes on for a very, very long time.  Both women have the idea somewhere in their heads that as long as the kiss lasts, they don’t have to talk about any of this. 

Finally it breaks.  Hecate stumbles a step, dizzy; Ada rather shakily leans up against the desk. “Hecate,” she says.

“What?”

“I… don’t know,” Ada says, a little faintly.   “I…”  She tries to find the words.  None are forthcoming.  Then, abruptly, she smothers a giggle. 

“Ada?” Hecate’s brow is furrowed now. 

“I’m sorry,” Ada says.  “I’m so sorry.  It’s just –”  She chokes off a laugh again, a louder one this time. 

“Something is amusing you?”

“No, no.  Only – I just –” Another giggle bursts out of Ada before she has a chance to stop it.  “Walking in on you and… myself.  I don’t think my heart will ever recover from the shock.” Another convulsive laugh. “Oh, Hecate,” she says, and now her eyes are wet again.  “Can it really be possible that you care?”

“I care,” Hecate says, her voice barely audible. 

“And you – you wish to try –? I’m so much older than you, really not worthy of –”

Hecate stops her mouth with another kiss. 

Eventually this kiss breaks as well, both of them breathing hard.  “Well,” Ada says, picking a point at random.  “Part of me thinks it’s time to head to the restricted section of the library and look up the most horrifying curses I can find to put on Agatha, and the other part of me thinks I should send her a thank-you note.” 

“Let’s not think about her,” Hecate says.  “At least, not any longer than it takes me to find a warding spell to put on myself that will notify me if I have any sort of romantic contact with anyone other than the true Ada Cackle henceforth.” 

“Are we to have ‘romantic contact’ in the future, then?” Ada says, playfully, and Hecate blushes a beautiful deep cerise. “Oh, my dear,” Ada says, moving closer and taking Hecate’s hand in hers. “You’re lovely when you’re a little flustered.”

“I must have been lovely beyond words since the moment you walked into the room, then,” Hecate says dryly. 

Ada gives her a peck on the lips. “You have been indeed.”  A smile steals across Hecate’s face, and she pulls Ada into a hug, the shorter woman’s head resting comfortably on the black-clad shoulder.  They stay like that for a long time, just breathing, enjoying one another. 

Eventually Ada says, without lifting her head from Hecate’s shoulder, “I wonder how much of what Agatha did today was done because she wanted to be an agent of chaos, and how much was because she actually wanted me to be happy.” 

“I can live a lifetime comfortably without ever worrying about Agatha’s motivation in doing what she did today.” 

“Not to mention how much was done simply because she wanted to make advances on you.”

“Ada!”  

“You heard her.  ‘I’m making no promises.’ We’ve always had similar taste in women, I suppose, although she’d rather corrupt them than –”

“Ada.”  Hecate holds Ada at arm’s length and looks directly into her eyes.  “If you say one more word on this subject I’ll turn myself into a bat and live the rest of my life roosting in the topmost tower of the castle.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” Ada pulls Hecate into an embrace again. “I think there are some rather ingenious curses in some of the older portions of the library…”

“That, at least, seems appropriate –”

“We can send the thank-you note in the morning.”

[medusarealms]

Wow!!! Excellent fanfic!

So many different well portrayed emotions that come together this special Worst Witch fic!

[mordler]

Onward, ever striving onward.. 2026 edition ✨️

[citrusy-fangirl]

Two Potential Worst Witch Ideas

1. Ship -> Starbroom (Dimity Drill and Hecate Hardbroom)

Prompt -> Defending them even when they're not there to witness it

2. Not a ship, but more like family relationships -> The Cackle sisters: Ada Cackle and Agatha Cackle

“I do not believe my heart shall ever recover.”

Well, I did the first of these! I'm not exactly over the moon about how it came out, but I wrote it, anyway! I am in the process of working on the second idea as well, although the finished product may not be exactly what you are expecting. :) But, for my inaugural Starbroom fic, here goes. (Note that this contains a couple of my favorite stolen headcanons -- namely, A, that Hecate transfers everywhere due to chronic pain issues, and B, that Dimity is the person who started calling Hecate "HB" as a student. I would attribute these headcanons to their originators if I had any idea now who they were. Also, this fic contains a retcon for the line in Pond Life where Dimity makes reference to "a staff night out" that Hecate attended, because it was driving me crazy.)

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Hecate isn't sure when she started noticing Dimity Drill.

“The Star of the Sky” had mostly irritated her as a Cackle's pupil, rising through the ranks of the athletic students with the serene arrogance of someone who's never lacked for innate talent and skimming past the harder academic pursuits where Hecate's own interests lie. The most interesting thing Dimity ever did as a student was to invent a decent speed potion on her own hook, and as Hecate's specific expertise in – not to mention regard for – sports-related potioneering is limited, she never spent much time learning about that particular achievement. It doesn't help that Dimity seems to have been the originator of the “HB” appellation that's stuck to her like a burr in the succeeding years. The girl was cocky, disrespectful, and unserious.

Hecate doesn't know why the woman has recently started seeming a little different.

There's something about the taut energy with which she bounces through her day, dressed in her teal-accented athletic robes and often literally bouncing a ball off some improbable part of her body as she goes, as though walking through the world in an ordinary way would bore her to tears. Hecate, who affects boredom with walking as well but who actually transfers almost everywhere out of a secret knowledge that too many steps per day will kick off the old chronic pain issues, recently hasn't been able to stop herself from feeling impressed at the sheer joyous physicality with which Dimity navigates the world. And again, Hecate has begun to like the loose casualness that Dimity eases into in after-work hours, over a pint or two of witch's brew, when the staff foregather to let off some of the stress of the day. Hecate never used to attend these gatherings, was not even sure that she'd be welcome, but a brisk word from Dimity one week – “oh, come on, Hecate, come out with us, you can’t hide away in this castle forever” – left her feeling wanted, feeling seen, for the first time in who knows how long.  Dimity doesn’t know about the confinement and had had no idea what she was stepping into when she casually remarked that Hecate “can’t hide away forever,” but that night Hecate went to a not-inconsiderable amount of trouble first to create a hologram of herself and then to cast a projection spell with it, all to give the impression of having made an appearance at the local witches’ pub.  She was exhausted all through the next day, the complexity of the double spell having worn her out, but found herself suffused with a sense of satisfaction, and something more besides.  She’s not sure how to characterize the second part.  But she finds herself raking greedily over memories of the night – mostly memories of the look on Dimity’s face, the flush of her cheeks, as she laughed immoderately at jokes that were only moderately funny and downed hefty swigs of witch’s brew.  Hecate’s “gone out to the pub” several times since, much to the surprise of Ada, who’s had to be bound to secrecy as to the manner in which she manages the trip.  Sometimes she thinks she’s caught a knowing look as Ada intercepts a look between “Hecate” and Dimity – but, after all, what is there for Ada to know?  Nothing.  Absolutely nothing. 

Hecate knows that she herself is not everyone’s cup of tea, and mostly she’s unbothered by this, preferring to be respected rather than liked.  In particular, there’s been tension with Geraldine Gullet, whom Hecate never liked even before the two or three times she overheard the woman speaking disparagingly of her. “Frigid old crow,” she’s heard, and “‘Hardbroom’ is right – broom up her arse, more like.” (A tendency to hover invisible in rooms both before and after physically materializing in them nets her a good amount of opportunity for overheard remarks.)  So when, upon making her way into the staff room unseen, she hears Geraldine saying “...stuck-up cow,” she’s certain she knows who is being referenced, and the corners of her lips begin to curl up sardonically as she anticipates materializing fully and letting Geraldine wonder how much she might have heard. 

But then Geraldine is continuing. “Always putting on airs over her famous racing career, as if there was anything to it at all.  All her success is down to that silly speed potion, and she probably robbed it off someone in the first place.  I can’t think why Ada ever hired her, let alone why she keeps her on.  I could do her job with my eyes closed. But, of course, Ada’s probably as starstruck as everyone else – too starstruck to notice the woman’s an imbecile.  She –”

All of a sudden Hecate has fully materialized in the room, feeling her face heating up with pure outrage.  “Silence,” she says, and Geraldine twists around to stare at her, bug-eyed. “How dare you speak this way of a colleague?” she demands, taking a step in the redhead’s direction. “You, the most mediocre witch Cackle’s faculty has ever seen? You, who obtained this job solely due to Miss Cackle’s inability to find the other candidate at the deadline and who retain it entirely thanks to her softness of heart?”  She’s advancing on Geraldine now, voice rising; Geraldine is backing up. “Dimity Drill is justly one of the most celebrated witches in the world of broomstick racing, but even if she couldn’t fly a meter without crashing she’d be twenty times the witch you will ever be. Her dedication to the craft and to the students is exemplary, and her… her positivity, her spirit… bring joy to the lives of all who encounter her.” Hecate realizes that her voice is falling into hushed tones now, as though the words would reveal too much if spoken too loudly. “I will not stand here and listen to jealous tripe from a talentless, embittered shrew. Have I made myself clear?”  She’s overenunciating all her words now, bearing down on Geraldine.  Geraldine gulps and looks from side to side, clearly seeking support.  Finding none, she twists her mouth into a grimace and flicks her fingers up to transfer.  Hecate stands there, menacing the empty air now, feeling her blood beat hard in her temples.  A roar of white noise fills her ears. 

After a moment a throat is cleared behind Hecate, rather pointedly.  “Well,” Ada says.  “I think you’ve given her a thing or two to think about.”

Hecate is beginning to realize that the room is full of other teachers and staff members, and that she’s made quite a scene.  “Yes, well,” she says, and her voice has a bit of a shake to it.  “I felt she was out of order.”

“Oh, quite,” Ada says serenely. “I’m sure Dimity herself appreciated it as well – didn’t you, Dimity?”

“She’s here?!” Hecate whirls around, horrified.  If Dimity heard everything Hecate has just said – 

But Ada is laughing outright.  “Forgive me, Hecate,” she says, between gasps.   “I had to see your face.”

“She’s not here?” 

“Who’s not here?” Dimity says, striding into the room.  Ada’s laughter clicks off as though someone’s flipped a switch, though her smile remains wide. 

“Geraldine,” Hecate blurts, giving the room a belligerent scowl. “Ada was…” She grasps for an explanation.  “I had… spoken ill of Geraldine, and… Ada… thought… to defend her.”

“Interesting,” Dimity comments, sitting down on the couch.  “Wouldn’t be my choice.”

“Yes, well, I thought she was in the room,” Ada interjects helpfully.  “I think we needn’t worry any further over it, Hecate.  It would seem your point has been made.  And by the way,” she says, with a wink at Hecate over Dimity’s head.  “I don’t want to make any promises for Dimity, but it occurs to me that if you are still looking for someone to help you with your latest article for Potions Monthly, you might ask her.  I believe she has a free evening tonight, haven’t you, Dimity?”

Hecate’s eyes pop wide as saucers.  Dimity is saying, with a surprised look, “I suppose I could, although potions aren’t really my strong suit –”

“It is an article on speed potions,” Hecate announces desperately. 

Ada claps her hands.  “All the better! And, Hecate, you’d better take that bottle of that witch’s brew you like that I brought home for you from the pub last time – it’s been sitting in my office long enough, and it’s a large bottle, I’m sure it will be much better shared.  In fact, let’s go get it now.  Dimity, say 7:00 tonight?”

“Why not?” Dimity says, still sounding a little bewildered. Ada raises her hands peremptorily, and in a moment she and Hecate have dematerialized and rematerialized in Ada’s office. 

“What did you do that for?” Hecate all but howls. 

Ada raises an eyebrow.  “I decided it was time someone did something, and it clearly wasn’t going to be you.  Now, quick, help me whip up a large bottle of witch’s brew –”

“You can manage that on your own,” Hecate snaps.  “I have –” she consults her timepiece – “three hours to write a bloody article on speed potions.”

[medusarealms]

💖😄🌟 Wonderful!!!

[colorstatu]

Claribil ✨❤️

I made a quick little drawing, I liked the result ❤️

[applebottomclaudiajeans]

Hey do you ever just like out of the blue remember that Hecate’s “Ada Cackle is a force for good, not just for witchcraft, but for the world” speech is actually a thing that happened in canon and not in like a melodramatic Hackle fic? Because I do, and it always brings a tear to my eye.

[theworststoryteller]

Julie: What’s the first thing you notice when someone tries to approach you?

Hecate: The audacity.

[thalorien-galanthiel]

[mordler]

"The Best of The Worst Witch" DVD has a poster inside! ✨️🧙‍♀️

[hattersarts]

hicsqueak commission for @foxx-queen !

i got indoctrinated on stream yesterday and ended up watching the relevant eps and then reading fic so i spend my morning doing the 2nd image 2 cope

[thylocalbard]

i loved the worst witch for YEARS and i was on that show as soon as it came out AND YET. it took me until the great year of 2026 to realise that those bitches are the old woman yuri to end all yuri