A/N: This was originally to be an A-Z series, but thought-or rather knew- I would run into some difficulty when I hit the trickier letters so just decided to use the same ideas and change the title :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Worst Witch
Little Ficlets
Chapter 1: It Might Be Mice
"So how are the plans for the Christmas pantomime extravaganza going then Lavinia?" Amelia Cackle asked as she poured the morning tea in the staff room.
"Oh very well Miss Cackle", the chanting teacher gushed, "its all well under way; the script has been written by the girls themselves, and auditions will be held next week"
An exasperated sigh came from the end of the table.
"Something the matter Constance?" Lavinia queried.
"I'll say, its bad enough the girls will be missing their potions class for the audition", here she almost spat the word, "but afterwards and when its all under way" she mockingly said, "they'll be hyper young witches and will be unteachable and we still have a vast amount of work to get through".
"It all sounds rather exciting I must say, and it will be a great way to lift the girls spirits and bring some festive joy" Imogen Drill chimed in.
"Hmm" Constance replied merely raising an eyebrow. "Well I for one will not be having anything to do with this ridiculous farce!"
The room suddenly went very quiet and Imogen Drill picked up the hot tea pot hoping it would offer some protection from the soon to be seething witch in front of her, whilst Amelia slowly slid her cheesecake up the table fearful of what may happen to it if it got in the way as she didn't fancy eating cheesecake that had been blown to smithereens, if she had, then she would have made it herself.
"There's something going on here" Constance said, breaking the silence.
"Well you see Constance, it's just that we need a fairy godmother and we were thinking that you would …." Lavinia trailed off under the intensity of the glare she was getting from Constance. If looks could kill then this one would have killed you, brought you back to clean up the mess and then killed you all over again.
Constance got up from the table and made her way to the door "now lets just make one thing crystal clear, there is absolutely no way I'm playing the fairy godmother in this upcoming spectacle", she opened the door and flounced out, slamming it shut behind her.
"For someone who seems to be so against theatre she is certainly some Drama Queen" Imogen muttered.
"Well that went, Lavinia began – as well as could be expected" finished off Miss Cackle.
The three nodded in agreement.
"Don't worry, she'll come round ", Amelia picked up her tea cup and took a sip, in time"
The other two looked at her incredulously it was as if she had just suggested that pigs could fly, or that the strict potions mistress of an academy would agree to play a fairy in the school panto.
"I'm not sure Miss Cackle, either she won't or …. well put it this way, we won't have to find any mice to use as we'll be the mice" Lavinia said, a little scared.
"Being a mouse wouldn't be all bad", Miss Cackle mused, "think of all the cheese I could eat".
Miss Drill cupped her face in her palm and shook her head. Only Amelia could find the silver lining about being turned into a mouse.