Mildred found herself unexpectedly confronted with something of significance on the first day of term.

Miss Cackle orchestrated a delicate maneuver to rekindle the fading friendship between Miss Medred and Ethel, subtly guiding their interactions until they found themselves in a position of heightened vulnerability. She nudged them closer th…

The echo of her was a runaway thing, spiraling beyond all reckoning.

A renowned chantress’s most ardent admirer harbored a secret of their own.

The quiet hum of the afternoon seemed to amplify Mildred's thoughts, a persistent echo of a question she hadn't dared voice aloud for years: where was her father? A shadow of longing crossed her face as she watched the children at play, the…

Mildred, in a moment of whimsical excess, transformed herself into a bat, only to find the spell's reversal lost to her memory. Clarice, meanwhile, remained perplexed by the very notion of practical jokes.

Mildred couldn't fathom the girls' apprehension about gathering potion ingredients in the woods. It seemed an ordinary task to her, until she encountered something decidedly *un*ordinary.

Maud, a woman of quiet strength, found herself in a peculiar predicament. She and her friend, Enid, were attempting a simple act of kindness, a small gesture meant to ease a burden. But as often happens when well-intentioned efforts meet t…

She sought the counsel of the Magic Council, hoping to discover her destiny.

She taught modern witchcraft workshops.

A shadow fell upon the union of Miss Bat and Mr. Rowan-Webb, cast by the meddling of Miss Mildred.

A spark ignited a memory, a whisper of what was. The weight of history settled upon the present, demanding a rekindling of the flame. Elsewhere, in the vibrant chaos of a Halloween celebration, something went awry. Magic, usually so precise…

Mildred contemplated a selfless act, a final sacrifice to avert disaster.