#hardbroom

[milbroom]

Define perfect casting they said:

[davinastarkrogers]

When she’s an angry man hating lesbians that wears black 😫😫

[moonlight-womanpower]

I wish everyone a happy weekend.

[just-a-german-girlx]

Saving Sybil (Hecate Hardbroom x fem!reader)

Chapter 2

Hecate

“She ran off after you told her that she was no good, Miss Hardbroom. I think she left the premises and went to the non-magical town. She said something about not wanting to be an embarrassment anymore,” Beatrice tells me, slightly out of breath from running through half the castle to find me.

“She did WHAT? Unbelievable. I will track her down with a locator spell while you go back to your classes, Miss Bunch.”

“But-“

“Go back to where you are supposed to be. I will take care of Sybil,” I interrupt her before teleporting to my potions laboratory to retrieve a potion for said spell. I mutter the incantation, summon my broom, and set off towards the non-magical town, to which the magical trail would surely lead.

I follow the magical glow into an ordinary café. She appears to be in the company of a young woman, who is talking to her. I squint my eyes to see if I can identify said woman. I could not. So I lean my broom against the brick wall, lift the invisibility spell that shields me from being seen by ordinary people, and march into the café. A bell rings above my head as I enter, irritating me greatly.

Sybil looks up and notices me. Her big blue eyes meet my stern brown ones, and I can visibly see her tense up – a scared expression crossing her face. The young woman also seems to have noticed the change in Sybil’s demeanor and turns around to look at me. I take that as my cue to walk over to them, trying my best to not seem out of place, even though I know very well that I do not fit in – at all – in the ordinary world, not with my fashion sense and especially not with my dark and gloomy aura.

“Sybil, what are you doing here? It’s dangerous out here,” I tell the young witch, hoping she would just agree so we could make our way back to the castle. But, of course, life is never that easy.

“M-Miss Hardbroom, I-I-I-” Sybil stammers as tears start to gather in her eyes. Before she can even try to form an intelligible sentence, the other woman intervenes.

“Are you the one who upset the poor girl?” she asks with furrowed brows, and I sigh inaudibly. I guess, there is no way around a conversation with that ordinary woman.

“I suppose so. I’m her teacher, and I may have been too harsh on the girl. But I believe now is the time to get back to the ca— hm, back to the boarding school. We wouldn’t want you to get lost out here, now would we?”

“I don’t want to go back,” Sybil replies barely louder than a whisper and scoots closer to the woman.

“I think it’s best to contact her parent or guardian, to come pick her up,” the woman says.

“That won’t be necessary, Ms. –” I raise an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

“l/n. I’m y/n l/n. And I found Sybil in the pouring rain, beyond distressed. So I think calling her family would be the best course of action, seeing as she is clearly scared of you, Miss – what was it? Hardbroom? Interesting name.”

“Sybil’s parents are currently unavailable. But I will speak to them first thing in the morning. Would you please come with me, Sybil? Your friends are worried about you,” I try again, and this approach seems to be a better one, because Sybil wipes her tears away and looks at me.

“O-okay,” she whispers.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Ms. l/n asks Sybil, who just nods and empties her mug of whatever she was drinking.

“Thank you for helping me. And I’m sorry for ruining your night,” Sybil says, her voice steadier than before.

“Oh no, Sybil. You didn’t ruin anything. And you’re very welcome. And please, if you want to, you can come to my dance studio and participate in a few classes. You can even bring your friends – even your teacher if you need to be supervised. But I would like to see you again to make sure you’re alright. Is that okay?”

Sybil nods before she looks at me with big, pleading eyes. I sigh. “I will see what I can do. When are these ‘dance classes’?”

“I give lessons almost every day, but on Saturdays I have the most variety. Wait, I can give you a list with all the different classes if you’d follow me for a moment,” the woman states and walks to the back of the shop. Sybil and I reluctantly follow. We climb a set of stairs before the woman unlocks a door, leading us into a big room with huge mirrors and dark wooden floors. She walks into a smaller room to the right and comes back with two pieces of paper – two identical pieces of paper. She hands Sybil one and me the other.

“I hope to see you again soon, Sybil. And I hope Miss Hardbroom will be more careful with her words in the future,” she says, eyeing me with an almost amused look.

[rosie-love98]

Enid's Idea:

Enid Nightshade: Well, Millie, if you ever got on with Hobbes, I know a solution to get Old Snape and H.B. off your back.

Mildred Hubble: How?

Enid Nightshade: Have them think Hobbes had dumped you for me. They'd welcome you with open arms afterwards.

Nicholas Hobbes: Not if they kill us first...

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: The Worst Witch

Sample Size: 1,839 stories

Source: AO3

[theobscuritywrites]

Hecate Hardbroom Falling In Love With The New Art Teacher Would Include…

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based on this ask by anon: if you could do a headcanon of falling in love with Hecate or a story where the reader is a new teacher and them and Hecate start off butting heads but end up falling in love…

Pairing: Hecate Hardbroom x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: this was a character I’ve really been looking forward to writing so thank you so much for the ask anon. This got super long somehow, I hope you enjoy and I’m glad the fandom isn’t completely dead.

When Hecate first found out they were getting a new art teacher she was less than impressed

She doesn’t see the point in distracting the students from their academics and therefore thinks your presence is unnecessary

When she first meets you, she takes one look at you and decides you’re not worth her time

As it is with most things she doesn’t like, her behavior toward you is cold and antagonistic at first

You try your best to be friendly towards her because you’re not looking to make enemies and you understand that she’s very set in the old ways

After a stern talking to from Miss Cackle about treating all teachers with respect and changing times meaning changing ways, she takes on a more neutral attitude towards you

Once she is able to look at you through a more neutral lens rather than just through the one that sees you as a person coming to change everything that she holds dear, she starts to see why people like you

You are intelligent and creative and always ready for a challenge

She can’t help but admire your continued kindness and friendliness towards her even after how she treated you at first

Slowly the two of you become friends after you discover a shared love of literature and magical theory

Over time Hecate can’t help but wish that your smile was reserved only for her and every time you laugh at one of Miss Drill’s jokes she feels a knot twist into her stomach

It takes her a while to realize that what she feels is more than platonic and she is in fact, in love with you

Of course this leads to her trying to repress her feelings toward you because in her mind there is no way you would ever feel the same and she distances herself from you

The rest of staff aren’t stupid and Hecate isn’t the most subtle person when it comes to these things, so of course they have all figured out what is going on

When you come to the staff room on the verge of tears after Hecate says something particularly cutting in her efforts to distance you, the rest of the staff begin plotting

Suddenly the two of you can’t seem to escape each other.

Corridor duty? You’re paired together. Dinner table? Sitting next to each other. Students need supervision going to the forest? You’re both assigned.

And it’s not just in strange “coincidences” like this

Things go missing from your room only to turn up in Hecates. Hecate can’t find her cloak? It’s in your cupboard. Missing book? On the other persons bookshelf

The forced contact really does do wonders because you and Hecate are once again thick as thieves trying to figure out what is going on and why your things keep getting switched

You figure it out first and comfort the staff without her.

Realizing what they were trying to do, you ask them to stop but thank them for trying because you actually really like her and you’re thankful for the time you get to spend together as a result

It all reaches a crux on Halloween night

Hecate can’t help but feel her stomach erupt in butterflies when she sees you with your hair down and wearing a gorgeous all black outfit rather than your usual colorful attire

You ask her to dance much to her surprise and the two of you end up leaving the hall and wondering through the grounds.

You hear the music filtering through the windows as the two of you sit quietly together staring at the night sky

You rest your head on her shoulder and she can feel you smiling

“I love you Hecate”

She could swear she’s hearing things with how silently you say it but when she looks at you you’re staring right at her with something unidentifiable in your eyes

“I love you too”

You end the night sitting silently hand in hand and Hecate, for the first time in a while feels truly happy.

Things may be complicated later, but right now everything is perfect

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[pien-art]

it’s been a while since i made a realistic portrait but she <333 deserved it

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