A/N: Okay, so I've decided to write a longer fic for worst witch. A key thing to note is I've invented a law sort of like the one in Harry Potter that says underage wizards can't perform magic outside of school.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this fic

Just as the clock struck 6 o' clock in the afternoon, the sky over Cackle's academy was filled with young witches as they descended on their broomsticks for another school year. The few who noticed were surprised to see the headmistress and deputy headmistress standing in the courtyard. Normally, the teachers would wait until the girls had a chance to land and chat a little bit before they greeted them. As the students got closer, more and more were beginning to notice the fact that the two teachers were outside, and what's more, had very angry expressions on their face. Nobody was too surprised when Miss Constance Hardbroom grabbed the arm of one Mildred Hubble as she got off her broomstick. As the shocked Mildred was pulled into the school, most of the girls just went back to chatting amongst themselves and only her friends continued to look worriedly at the door she disappeared into.

Noticing the commotion, Miss Imogen Drill followed the three witches into Amelia Cackle's office. Noticing her, Miss Hardbroom screeched "Out!" but Miss Drill squared her shoulders and said firmly that she wasn't going anywhere until she found out why Mildred had been yanked into Amelia's office when the year had yet to begin. Miss Hardbroom was about to make a scathing reply when Miss Cackle spoke up in a hard, disappointed voice, "we really should get on with it Constance."

Reminded of the source of her original anger, Miss Harbroom rediredted her glare at the quivering girl in front of her. "Mildred Hubble. Do you have any idea why you're here?"

"No Miss Hardbroom," was the shaky reply.

"Do you remember, pray tell, what it is you were doing on the evening of July third?" the woman asked in a tone of voice that suggested that she knew that Mildred DID remember. The young girl looked at her feet sadly.

"I was...taking a walk with my parents Miss Hardbroom," she said softly.

"And why, may I ask, did this walk include magic, in a non magical area, I might add?" The teacher continued her interrogation sharply.

Miss Drill looked at Miss Cackle in confusion who explained, "As the girls are still learning how to use their magic, it is against the laws set by the witches' guild for them to perform magic without the supervision of a magical person who has finished all their schooling. As you know, Mildred here comes from a non-magical family and lives in a non-magical city so when the witches' guild was notified of the use of magic there, they were suitably alarmed." The head of the school turned her hard gaze onto the girl in question and Mildred was reminded of the time she crashed Ethel's spelled broom into the great wizard Helibore. "This is a very serious law that young Mildred has crossed," Miss Cackle finished, holding Mildred's watery gaze with her own.

"An act deserving of immediate expulsion I do believe, Miss Cackle." Miss Hardbroom too was staring at Mildred with cold eyes. \

Ignoring Miss Drill's protest, Amelia looked up at her deputy, "I am inclined to agree with you, Constance."

"But Miss!" Mildred exclaimed, tears just starting to drip down her cheeks, "Aren't we supposed to use magic in extreme circumstances?"

"Oh? And what were these 'extreme circumstances', did you stumble across another frog you suspected to be a man?" The high tone of voice that Miss Hardbroom was using successfully mocked the girl in front of her. Mildred's tears ran faster.

"I...Agatha and the other two were there."

Miss Hardbroom's eyes flashed, "How dare you try to incorporate them into your lie! You silly girl! Just because you happened to stop them twice, you think you can use them as an excuse!"

Miss Cackle looked sadly at the girl, "I'm very disappointed in you, Mildred."

"ASK ME HOW MY PARENTS ARE!" The third year suddenly screamed, sounding somewhat like a wounded animal.

"MILDRED! THAT IS ENOU-"

"THEY'RE DEAD!" Mildred screamed again, the tears gushing out of her eyes now like waterfalls.

Hearing the shocked silence, Mildred choked out in a slightly quieter voice that was interrupted, quite frequently, with sobs that wracked her entire body.

"Agatha killed them...I tried...to protect them...to use a spell...but," she let out an agonised cry and the tears somehow managed to come even faster, "it...didn't work...I didn't know...the right one...and now they're dead!" With that, Mildred's legs gave out on her. Miss Drill, who had been silent for the most part, caught the girl before she jarred her knees on the hard floor. The third year grasped onto the woman's neck with all her might and sobbed into her shoulder.

Miss Drill looked at the horrified faces of her colleagues, "I'm going to make sure Mildred gets to her room." With the strength the comes with being a physical education teacher, she proceeded to pick up Mildred, who she suspected was unable to walk, and carried her to her room.