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Teddy and Jenny went to the Dining Hall and to their luck, they didn’t see Mrs. Heechfire, the teacher that rounded everybody up from the Dining Hall. Boy was Teddy hungry. She gobbled up all four slices of bread with melted cheese like a pig, licking salt cubes for desert and drinking the tap water for a beverage. Jenny looked at her in disgust, but she also giggled at her funny way of eating.
Mrs. Heechfire came in the Dining Hall, opening the door loudly. Her block heels made a lot of noise as she fluttered around the tables, nearly hitting the childrens’ heads as she counted them. Mrs. Heechfire’s appreciance was a ten-year-old girl that wore glasses and took her wand everywhere with her. The nine-year-olds only got to use brooms at their age.
“One, two, three…” counted Mrs. Heechfire as she patted everybody on the head, almost like she wanted to strangle them. The appriceince, Jasmin, wrote down in neat, tidy little letters who was there and who was not. The people who weren’t there were going to have to visit the Janitors’ Closet.
“Ah, the nine-year-olds, eh?” said Mrs. Heechfire to Teddy and Jenny. “Yes ma’am,” said Teddy and Jenny, looking down to their plates. The morning breath of the old witch smelled like garlic bread and onion salad. The two girls clutched their brooms. Gladly, Mrs. Heechfire passed them, without touching them. Jasmin glared at Jenny, then at Teddy, then she fixed her glasses into place and caught up with her “boss”.
“Listen up. Listen up. Children!” shouted Mrs. Heechfire, banging the wall with her broom, loudly. “Today, miss Kayliegh and miss Freya are the ‘maids’.”
The so called ‘maids’ of the day are arranged and chosen by Mrs. Janice, and then passed on to Mrs. Heechfire to tell the children. The maids clean the Dining Hall and all the rooms from their age group. The other age groups had to clean up themselves, or else they will have to fear the stress positions.
Teddy sat next to Jacky McClaire, a girl that had green, short hair. They didn’t talk much. Jenny sat next to Gilda Foresttson. She was really nice and lended Jenny a lot of stuff when she needed it. Gilda didn’t just share a table with Jenny, but she also lived with her in one room, too, which was very nice for Gilda was a clean and neat girl. She didn’t dress very neatly, though. She wore brown rags that looked like old carpet for a cat to go to the toilet on. It smelled like it, too. Jacky didn’t mind.
Mrs. Morisson came into class. “Today, children, we are going to learn how to fly on our brooms. Did anybody forget their brooms?” she snarled, looking at the hopeless children. Everybody seemed to have brought their brooms. Too bad, thought Mrs. Morisson, I wanted to torcher some kids. “Right? Good. Let’s begin with the basics. Chapter one – Sitting on the broom. Sitting on the broom is very important for it is…”
Mrs. Morisson lectured the children about the basics for one hour. “…and those are the basics. Now, if you haven’t yet fallen asleep, go outside to test it. Go on the seventh field, eighth…” the witch teacher didn’t quite finish her sentence, because all the witches-to-be girls ran out of the classroom as a stampede. Mrs. Morisson couldn’t even get mad at that. She was tired and hungry aswell. She just followed the children into the field.
Some minutes past and girls were zooming around on their brooms. They weren’t very good at it, but they were talking in the air, showing off how they can ride on the broom without one hand and floating upside down to impress the other girls. Mrs. Morisson didn’t mind. She just stood still, cross-armed and her long, black skirt curling up in the wind. Jenny got the hang of it quite easily, and she could already fly faster than twenty kilometres per hour. Teddy, on the other hand, couldn’t get the guts to even sit on the broom for a minute. She didn’t even want to fly up ten centemetres. Zoom! Claire Derinson flew past Teddy. She stared at the girls flying about whilst Jenny convinced her to sit on the broom. “Fine! Okay! I’ll do it! But remember, it’s for your sake, Jennifer Swan.” finally said Teddy. Jenny clapped her hands in excitment, “Yay!”
Teddy sat down on the broom unsteady. It wobbled a bit, but she just held on. Her eye twitched. What if the other girls cast a spell for the broom to become alive and it will fly away with me? What if I fall off and humiliate myself in front of everybody? What if Mrs. Morisson will hate my flying and banish me from the class? She stared at Mrs. Morisson. The grouchy witch was picking her nose. Teddy looked at a tree. “It seems that the land is getting smaller, or I’m growing bigger…” Teddy heard Jenny shout “Teddy! You’re going past the height limit!!” Teddy looked down. Jesus! She was flying! And very high, too. Somehow she remembered the words that Mrs. Morisson said. She suddenly flew straight down, as if falling, but right when her nose nearly touched the ground, she flew right onto the middle of the feild and stopped. Crash! Teddy fell down. Her broom floated for a while, but then it stopped and fell on top of Teddy. “Teddy, are you okay??” asked Jenny, crouching down to be the same height as Teddy on the floor. “Yeah,” said Teddy, “I’m fine.”
Teddy was really thrilled that she actually, really, obviously flew up that high. She has never been that high in the air, except the time she was flown from her real home to this boring place. Teddy said goodbye to Jenny and went to her room. It was all cleaned up.
The next day some of the girls flew out of the Broom Window on their brooms to school.
The Broom Window is a giant window in Hall Fourty-six. It is open from six a.m. to ten p.m. , for girls who can fly to fly to school, not go to school.
Teddy groaned as she woke up. As always, Sarah Charles wasn’t in the room, and her covers were all messy and all over the place. Her pillow, how unusual, was under the bed, and her duvet, how strange, was under there too. But, fortunate for Teddy, Sarah wasn’t there.
Teddy struggled to get up. She dressed up and washed her face and everything witches do at five-thirty a.m. . Jenny opened the door. “Teddy, are you up?” she asked as she looked at Teddy, fixing her hair up into two little ponytails with her red hair bobbles. “No, I’m sleep-walking. Of course I’m up.” answered Teddy, laughing. “Good, I didn’t want to see you on the floor again.” Jenny was all dressed up and ready. It was as if she got up at three in the morning just to get ready.
The two girls went to eat, and to their surprise there were just a few people in the Dining Hall. “I guess we came too early, huh?” said Jenny as she examined the people in the hall. The curtain that divided the huge room was open, which was strange. Teddy took a peek at a boy. She quickly looked away. “Did you just?…” asked jenny, astonished, “Yes! Sh!” answered Teddy. “Do the code on me, Jenny,” she whispered. Teddy put her index finger and her thumb together and stood on her right leg only. Then Jenny broke the thumb and the index finger apart with her pinky finger. “Phew,” said Teddy “That was close.”
You may be wondering, why weren’t they allowed to see boys? Well, if you didn’t know, dear reader, little girl-witches, (aspecially nine-year-old ones) were really gullable. They believed in all sorts of fairy tales and myths and legends, but this you should know : witches aren’t supposed to see wizards until they are ten-years-old, but the little girls made it into a big fuss and made a “code” for them to not have bad luck.