Get off!
And this term started so well.
Wow.
"In recognition of her exemplary witchcraft..."
"...in restoring the Founding Stone to its rightful place..."
"Mildred Hubble.
Daughter of a true witching family!"
Yes!
When our days of school are over
Let us think of them
with
pride!
Ten, Miss Drill.
-Well met. -Well met.
You're on fire, Millie. Like a new witch.
As long as it doesn't go to your head.
Mildred Hubble.
Eager to begin your first year
as an official member of a witching family, no doubt?
-Very much so, Miss Hardbroom-- -Then you'll be pleased to take on
an official witching duty.
I'm appointing you lantern monitor.
-Oh! Thank you, Miss Hardbroom-- -Which means
lighting every lantern, every bedtime.
It is only five miles in perimeter, so you should be done...
by midnight.
It's not so bad.
And up at five thirty.
To put them out again.
Miss Cackle! Well met.
Well met, all of you.
Miss Cackle has an announcement to make.
I am thrilled to say...
that The Great Wizard will be visiting us tomorrow.
-Oh! -Wow!
He feels that after certain...
recent events,
that we might need a...
boost of morale at Cackle's.
That's why he has proposed a flying contest.
The rules are simple:
one witch and one cat per stick.
And...
there is a very special prize.
A wishing star.
Want.
A wishing star.
The most highly-concentrated potion in witchcraft.
A one-time-only spell that can do almost anything you want.
Maud. I am a third year now,
you don't have to explain everything.
Oh, yeah. Sorry.
As if Mildred Hubble could win a broomstick contest.
Unless she was using it to sweep up, of course!
At least Mildred hasn't broken any Founding Stones lately, Ethel.
I do not remember inviting conversation.
Remember your breathing exercises, Ethel.
Can I just say, I respect you.
I should think so.
It must be so hard returning to a school where your family name is mud.
What she means is, is Sybil okay?
She's late, and Sybil's never late.
Probably can't face coming back.
What with the squelchy, swampy, squishy state of our family name.
But what happened last term wasn't Sybil's fault.
She'll have spent the whole summer worrying that people think it is.
Wait! Look.
Uh!
Woo!
That can't be her. Sybil's never flown that badly.
Wee!
Yes! Worst landing ever!
Syb! What happened, are you...
What?
Is it me, or does she look like...
Guess who passed her home studies degree with flying colors?
Wow! That's fantastic, Mum!
I said you'd pass, didn't I.
You're a brilliant artist.
Well, for now, I'm a brilliant artist
with absolutely no idea what I'm going to do with it.
Mum, are...
Are you sure you're not sad that you missed out on being a witch?
Love, I've told you I don't know how many times.
You know what I'm like with heights. What am I going to do on a broomstick?
But, you must wonder, even just now and then.
Oh!
That will be my new watercolors.
Hey, same day delivery, now that's magic, eh?
Miss Cackle.
I seem to recall that in previous years girls knocked.
I'm sorry, Miss Cackle, but this is important.
You know how you asked if there was anything
you could do to thank me for saving the school?
You need only ask, Mildred.
Um... It's my mum.
She just passed her art degree.
Oh! Do pass on my congratulations.
Thank you, Miss Cackle.
But the thing is...
I'm not sure her heart's in it now.
So, I wondered...
Could you please make my mum magical?
"That is the one thing I cannot do, Mildred."
"Giving magic to non-magical people is forbidden, Mildred."
Why?
Chestnut husks and acorn cases,
mix them up and we change places.
Hey!
This stuff's good!
My mum is from a witching family.
It's only giving her what's rightfully hers.
What harm can it do?
Chestnut husks and acorn cases,
mix them up and we change places.
It's not the sort of thing you can do with an ordinary potion.
Could I make my mum magic if I had an extraordinary potion?
The possibilities of a wishing star are endless.
There's almost no limit to the spells you could do if you won it.
Just imagine, your greatest wish come true.
Sybil?
Why are you dressed as her?
The one who is to blame for everything.
I know this is hard for you to hear...
but she's the type of witch I want to be.
Mildred Hubble?
I needed to reinvent myself. Worst is the new best.
What I'm saying is, the sky's the limit.
You could fix almost anything with this one little potion.
If you're not already entered into the contest, I would seriously consider it.
What are you doing?
One broomstick slalom course.
You're entering the flying contest?
Hover.
I'm a real witch now.
How hard can it be to fly like one?
Come on, Tabby.
Focus, Tabby! Focus!
Tabby!
Ow!
Thanks, Tabby.
You know he's a nervous flyer.
It's hard for him to go up at all.
Superb work, Mildred Hubble.
Your witching family must be so proud.
I guess she's training for the contest then.
So?
We have to train harder.
We have to win that wishing star.
Is that really fair on Tabby?
I saved the whole school.
I can win one little contest.
Can't grant one wish.
Can make me lantern monitor.
Hello?
Ethel, is this you being funny?
Shh, it's okay.
It's okay.
Whatever you are, I'm not going to hurt you.
Oh, where did you come from?
Come here.
Don't worry,
we'll get you something to eat.
You can't stay though.
Dogs aren't allowed because of all the cats.
Don't worry, Tabby.
This little one isn't going to hurt you.
Tabby!
No!
Tabby!
He's just a lost little dog,
he doesn't mean you any harm.
See?
You're the witch's familiar here, okay?
I expect you to behave like one.
No, dog!
No!
Here boy!
Heel!
Come back!
What?
That was amazing, little dog!
Who taught you that?
Come on, you must be a familiar.
I promise I'll help you find your owner.
Starting tomorrow...
unless we started...
after the flying contest.
You're going to do what?
I'm going to use Star in the contest, instead of Tabby.
Star?
Oh, that's what I called him. Star.
Because you're going to help me win one!
Aren't you, Star?
And how does Tabby feel about this?
You said yourself he hates flying.
And I'd say he hates being left out even more.
That dog might have an owner somewhere, worried sick about him.
Yeah, but it will take like a week to find them anyway.
What's the harm?
Millie, the rules were very clear: one girl, one cat.
If I followed every rule, I'd never have saved the Academy.
That was for the greater good.
So is this!
For my mum.
Miss Cackle told you it was forbidden to give a non-magical person magic.
Forbidden, Millie.
My family gave up their magic to help others.
All I'm doing is asking for it back.
Being from a witching family
doesn't mean you can suddenly do whatever you want.
Cheating against your classmates
to win a valuable prize?
It's like something Ethel would do.
Maud's right.
So you two won't help me?
Well then.
We have lantern duty.
Star.
Woo-hoo!
You're brilliant at this!
The wishing star is ours!
Since when can Mildred Hubble and her useless cat fly like that?
Ten past.
Not so much the Great Wizard as the Late Wizard.
Well met.
Got through the first two days without destroying the school, have we?
Very droll, Your Greatness.
I now declare...
this grand flying contest...
open!
I hope to see some inspired broomstick work today.
Inspired enough...
to deserve... this!
One lucky witch
is going to have her dream come true.
You're not still mad, are you?
Come on, Star.
It's time.
Next contestants.
Felicity and friends, to the arena, please.
Nice and quiet, Star.
Just get us round that slalom like we've practiced and the prize is ours.
-You're still going through with it? -I have to.
Or my mum will never be magical.
It won't change anything between us,
will it?
What's in that bag, Mildred Hubble?
Tabby, of course.
Really? Isn't that Tabby?
What's in that bag?
What have you got?
Nothing.
What have you got?
What have you--
Leave me alone!
Give me!
No!
Give it--
And this term started so well.
Dog!
You've got a dog!
Wow.
A competent performance,
but I've yet to see anything truly invigorating.
Ethel! Stop!
Please!
Mildred!
No!
Mildred!
Oh dear.
Ah!
What have we done?
Bravo!
What an extraordinary performance.
A spectacular display of stunt flying!
-But your Greatness-- -Yes! Yes, wasn't it?
I don't think there's any competition here.
Mildred Hubble.
Ethel Hallow.
These two have obviously put their rivalry aside.
A shining example to us all.
So, I have decided...
to award a joint prize.
She cheated.
And here's when she gets found out.
She used a dog.
That's right.
Mildred Hubble, the hero,
has a dog in her rucksack.
A dog?
At Cackle's?
This is outrageous.
You know my rules.
Let's see the evidence.
Ethel, please.
I need this.
-Not for me-- -You see?
A dog!
But...
Oh, Ethel.
She did cheat.
I'm not lying.
I saw it.
Mildred Hubble is not a cheat.
Sybil!
She is a courageous, determined and most of all...
honest witch.
Ethel Hallow.
Consider yourself disqualified
for unsporting behavior.
Mildred Hubble.
This is yours...
alone.
Sorry.
I can't.
Star.
Oh, Mildred.
Then this...
is yours alone...
Ethel Hallow.
Honestly, this school.
Mildred Hubble.
A real witch, you may be.
A great witch, you are not.
It's mine.
It's actually mine.
And I know exactly what I'm going to...
wish for.
The only thing you will wish for, Ethel Hallow,
is that I had never set eyes on such a shameful flying display.
Miss Hardbroom--
Neither of you may be trusted with such a powerful potion as this.
It is, therefore... confiscated.
But Miss Hardbroom...
Miss Hardbroom is quite right.
Fighting in public.
In front of the Great Wizard.
Ethel, I will deal with you first.
Mildred... wait outside till I'm ready.
Yes, Miss Cackle.
Sybil.
I'm so sorry.
You said all those nice things about me, but...
Well, I'm not a very good hero, really, am I?
The worst hero.
You know, the only person you should ever try to be is yourself.
Except maybe when you find yourself outside the Head's office.
I knew it was bad.
But not "call Mum in" bad.
-Miss Hardbroom-- -You heard Miss Cackle.
One week of detentions with Miss Drill for sporting behavior lessons.
Starting today.
Ah!
I implore you, once again, not to make this monumental mistake.
I am so disappointed in you.
I only did it because--
You did it because you were missing your mother. Am I right?
I had already made some efforts to help with that, Mildred.
Miss Cackle?
I was interested to hear about Ms Hubble's art degree.
Especially as we are in need of an art teacher.
It's highly irregular to have non-magical staff members,
but it will do you good to have your mother here,
and the other girls will benefit immensely too.
As will the staff.
To put it another way:
I hope that Ms Hubble will help keep you in line.
Ms Hubble.
Miss Cackle offered me the job earlier. And I accepted.
Mum! That's amazing!
Welcome to Cackle's!
Thank you again, Miss Cackle. You won't regret it.
Yes, thank you, Miss Cackle!
Thank you so much!
Can I please keep the dog too?
Don't push your luck, Mildred. Sorry.
Oh, Ada. I do hope you know what you're doing.