[Diagon Alley] Mrs. Hardbroom made her way out of the wall a touch wobbly, as if she had been sailing on rough seas and hadn't yet regained her land legs. The older teacher, the one in charge of this expedition... a Professor McGonagall she recalled the name, was given a cool hard stare.
"A most... unconventional means of travel."
Her every word dripped of disapproval but she didn't linger for long on the Professor. As one of the few other chaperones on this trip she wasn't about to let the kids think they could get away with anything.
"I suggest all of you heed your Professor's words very... carefully. Stay out of trouble. I will be watching."
With that she gestured with her hands, a move that in her world's magic would have had her disappearing in a small cloud of black smoke, but here she remained where she was... awkwardly looking at the kids before lowering herself reluctantly to walking away.
[Flying 101] Her broom was one of the more unruly ones. It's bristles were more broken than the rest and its wooden staff sat at a crooked angle. It flopped about on the ground like a bronco, daring anyone to try and tame it. This was why she had picked the broom out of all the others. No student should have to try to ride something so potentially dangerous. Naturally she said nothing of this, merely looked at the broom like it's protests were silly.
"Do try to behave yourself. You may be the most disgraceful broom in the field but you can still attempt mediocrity..."
She held out her hand and glared at the broom, boding no more of this chaos, and it wisely flew up into her hand. Mrs. Hardbroom had dealt with her share of headstrong brooms in her time as Deputy Headmistress and Potions Teacher at Miss Cackle's Academy for Witches and while the magic of this world might have been some what different there were similarities when it came to flying.
Mrs. Hardbroom | The Worst Witch (2017) | OTA
Mrs. Hardbroom made her way out of the wall a touch wobbly, as if she had been sailing on rough seas and hadn't yet regained her land legs. The older teacher, the one in charge of this expedition... a Professor McGonagall she recalled the name, was given a cool hard stare.
"A most... unconventional means of travel."
Her every word dripped of disapproval but she didn't linger for long on the Professor. As one of the few other chaperones on this trip she wasn't about to let the kids think they could get away with anything.
"I suggest all of you heed your Professor's words very... carefully. Stay out of trouble. I will be watching."
With that she gestured with her hands, a move that in her world's magic would have had her disappearing in a small cloud of black smoke, but here she remained where she was... awkwardly looking at the kids before lowering herself reluctantly to walking away.
[Flying 101]
Her broom was one of the more unruly ones. It's bristles were more broken than the rest and its wooden staff sat at a crooked angle. It flopped about on the ground like a bronco, daring anyone to try and tame it. This was why she had picked the broom out of all the others. No student should have to try to ride something so potentially dangerous. Naturally she said nothing of this, merely looked at the broom like it's protests were silly.
"Do try to behave yourself. You may be the most disgraceful broom in the field but you can still attempt mediocrity..."
She held out her hand and glared at the broom, boding no more of this chaos, and it wisely flew up into her hand. Mrs. Hardbroom had dealt with her share of headstrong brooms in her time as Deputy Headmistress and Potions Teacher at Miss Cackle's Academy for Witches and while the magic of this world might have been some what different there were similarities when it came to flying.