Mum!
That's Ms Hubble to you.
It really is a most dangerous decision.
I disagree.
The girls will benefit from a more balanced education,
Mildred will be a problem shared
and Ms Hubble, to whom we owe a debt of gratitude,
will get a well-deserved opportunity.
Well!
I, for one, intend to give her a wide berth.
Who is it?
Ethel Hallow, Miss Cackle.
Well met, Miss Cackle, Miss Hardbroom.
I wanted to talk to you, at your earliest convenience.
I don't know about convenient,
I've got an important announcement to make, but come on in.
Now, what's this all about?
The wishing star, Miss Cackle.
And how Mildred Hubble cost me what's rightfully mine.
I'm definitely not picking Spell Science as an option.
I think it's compulsory.
Well met, Ms Hubble and welcome.
We're delighted you're joining us.
I've assigned Miss Hardbroom as your mentor.
She'll show you around, help you get settled in.
Hard luck, Miss H.
You're stuck with the new girl
who doesn't know one end of a broom from the other.
Shall we?
Here goes everything.
Good morning, everyone.
Good morning, Miss Cackle.
I wanted to take this opportunity to introduce you to Ms Hubble.
Your new art teacher.
What? Since when?
Is that Mildred's mum?
It can't be. She's not a witch.
You have got to be kidding me.
If there are any questions?
Right.
In that case, breakfast on.
Snail and suet porridge?
Um...
I'm fine, thank you.
Ah, Miss Bat.
Welcome to Cackle's.
Onward ever striving on.
Mr Rowan-Webb.
Delighted, my dear.
I'm so happy you're here.
Oh!
I think Miss Drill's grateful to have a colleague
who's not quite so ancient.
Oh well, we're all young at heart,
though slightly older in other places.
Perhaps I should show Ms Hubble around the Academy?
Right. Yes. Good idea.
Come and find us at break-time, we'll fill you in.
Okay, yes.
Carry on, girls. As you can see, Ms Hubble is quite unremarkable.
I expect they'll settle down. Get used to it.
Perhaps, if you last the preliminary probation period.
Oh? Miss Cackle didn't mention anything--
It is standard practice, a safety net for both employer and employee.
Oh. Yes, of course.
You may grow weary
of our witchy ways
and we may discover there is nothing we can learn from you.
I hope not.
Do not force yourself to fit in where you do not belong.
My mum would make a much better teacher.
She'd raise the IQ of the whole Academy.
Well, people could be clever in different ways.
I just wanted to say you were fantastic in the air.
The wishing star should definitely be yours.
It's a complete travesty but Miss Cackle won't listen to reason.
Your broomstick control was masterful and Mildred Hubble cheated.
I know. And I can't abide a cheat.
But what about the time you cloned yourself and the time--
Thank you, Sybil.
Everyone, including the Great Wizard, knows how you feel about me.
Look at her.
As happy as a witch in a broomstick factory.
It's like Miss Cackle's rewarding her for tricking me out of my prize.
First that drippy dog,
now her mother.
It is a bit weird that she's employed a non-magical teacher.
Yeah.
We're here to learn witchcraft not handicrafts.
You are funny, Clarice.
You're learning about fly transformations, aren't you?
Anyone want to learn some next-level stuff?
Yes, yes! We'd love to, wouldn't we?
No? Not interested?
It's just you and me then.
It's amazing, isn't it?
Your mum will be the first ever non-magical teacher
at any witching academy ever.
Well, you've seen the plaque. Us Hubbles make history.
Oh. We've run out of time.
But there's plenty more where that came from.
-Are you ready to knock their boots off? -Totally.
You're the best teacher.
You mustn't let the others hold you back, okay?
You're a star.
You deserve to shine.
Thanks, Ethel.
We've both got a lot to do this morning.
Ah-ha!
Latecomer penalty question.
What is the difference
between a bird and a fly?
A fly is an arthropod insect whilst a bird is a warm-blooded vertebrate.
No!
A bird can fly but a fly can't bird!
Ha-ha! Fly can't bird!
Art isn't something that can really be taught.
I mean, it is...
that's why I'm here. But, um...
But, um... Take these plants.
Um, I mean, I would say that they're green.
But...
are they?
Oh, glad you could make it, Ethel.
Late but worth the wait, Ms Hubble.
Good to know. We were just getting started.
Now, all great artists
take inspiration from nature.
So, give me your interpretation...
of this Venus flytrap.
Now, there's no right or wrong.
Just, um, have a go...
experiment.
Time to show my awesome powers,
with a picture of sunflowers.
Magic through my paintbrush flow,
create that canvas by Van Gogh.
Finished, Ms Hubble.
Really?
Oh, let's have a look.
Pretty good, isn't it?
Uh...
It's a masterpiece...
but it's not your masterpiece.
But, I was experimenting.
Well, that's good, that's good.
But you know, my classes are about using your own skills,
not magic.
If you were magic you'd realize that was pretty pointless.
Well...
I'd like you to do it again, please.
And this time...
paint it yourself.
Remember, an original
is always worth more than a copy.
Brambles mixed with bardock root, creates an insect--
Never mute.
Buzzing through the air with glee, this pencil now becomes a bee!
Wait a minute!
Bees are extra difficult because of the stripes.
Ethel and I are doing ladybirds next and--
Quiet!
Not only was that not the spell I requested,
but it's very rude to interrupt.
You just interrupted me.
I was interrupting your interruption.
Is it not interrupting if you interrupt an interruption?
That's enough, Miss Twigg!
Not another word for the rest of this class.
Oh, sorry, Ms Hubble.
That's all right, Ethel. Um--
I think there's cleaning stuff in the cupboard next to the sink.
Oh!
Oh, not that one.
That's where the art room bats sleep.
Cut it out, Ethel.
It was an honest mistake.
I think it's the next door along, Ms Hubble.
Do you want me to?
Oh!
I thought the mop was missing.
It's right here. Phew!
I'll clean up, shall I?
Blues and reds show no restraint,
cover our teacher in copious paint.
Front, back, behind, atop,
douse her now with every drop.
Mildred...
what's happening?
Leave my mum alone, Ethel!
And stop laughing, all of you!
It's not her fault she's not magic!
What is the meaning of this?
Oh, Miss Hardbroom!
You made me jump! Um...
Wipe those inane grins off your faces.
Oh, it's fine, it's fine, it's all good.
You know...
you know, creativity is messy and I'm very creative, so...
You are a teacher, Ms Hubble, not a clown.
May I suggest you read up on classroom protocol
or you will find yourself in charge of a circus.
Good advice. Noted.
Just...
carry on with your work, everyone.
But please be careful.
Too many flakes of flint and you'll get a dragonfly, not a firefly.
Not so fast, Miss Twigg.
Did you get a chance to think about your behavior?
It's not my fault I'm smarter than everyone else.
Ooh, is that so?
I suggest you check that ego, amigo.
No one likes a know-it-all.
Clarice, wait!
I need to speak to Ethel.
Since when were she and Ethel BFFs?
I don't know.
But my sister's definitely up to something.
Come on, move along you lot. I need to get ready for my next lesson.
I'll see you in potions.
Thanks, Ms Hubble.
I do hope this won't mess up your probation.
Well, that couldn't have gone any worse.
It wasn't that bad.
What did Ethel mean? Probation?
Apparently, I'm on trial.
-If I'm not up to scratch, I'm out. -Since when?
Found out this morning.
My next class are on their way. I'm never going to get cleaned up in time.
Maybe coming here was a bad idea.
I don't think I'm cut out for teaching.
No, please, Mum.
My first day was terrible too but I didn't give up.
You had magic on your side.
And you've got me.
No.
-No magic. Promise me. -But...
Promise.
No more wild ideas or silly scrapes, remember?
Mm-hmm.
That was funny what you did back there.
I felt bad laughing but my readers will love it.
Tell them I'm just getting started.
What's up?
You look like you lost a broomstick and found a twig.
I did the spell and Mr Rowan-Webb called me a know-it-all.
Oh, total twaddle.
He's just trying to dim your light.
I know what'll cheer you up.
Meet me in the art room at break-time to see some major magic.
Really? I'll be there.
How's your new friend?
Almost exactly where I want her.
Is old Mother Hubble okay?
Put a sock in it, Ethel.
Less dawdling.
Today's task is to brew up a digestion potion.
We've got to do something.
Make Mum the best teacher.
Concentrate.
It's such a relief to be back in a controlled classroom.
What do you mean?
I wouldn't like to speak out of turn.
Naturally.
Art with Miss Mold was horribly hopeless but at least we felt safe.
I see.
Thank you, Ethel.
What would be the best art lesson ever?
We could turbo power the paintbrushes?
Yeah, but we can't use magic, I promised my mum.
I have some business to take care of.
Continue in absolute silence.
Did we have a meeting?
I thought you might like the Hubble headlines.
What are you doing?
Making a living paint potion to teach Ms Hubble a lesson.
Which is more than she can do.
All the pictures we have painted,
come to life and get acquainted.
Make Ms Hubble scream and cry,
and leave poor Mildred high and dry.
08:01.
Ms Hubble was spotted wearing non-regulation footwear.
Rule five, paragraph two of the Witches' Code expressly states--
Right, but she's not actually a witch so we can't--
Hold her to the same standards?
Julie's here to bring some balance, take Mildred under her wing.
08:02.
Ms Hubble was heard addressing a teacher using an unauthorized diminution.
Clarice?
Clarice? Are you there?
Help! Somebody help me! Please!
Somebody, anybody!
Ethel! What the heck?
Don't just stand there!
Get off me!
Can't you do something magicky?
I didn't look up the reversal spell!
I'll get help!
No! Don't leave me.
Oh!
I'll think of something!
She is out of her depth and drowning.
She will not last the week.
What was that?
- Ethel, get down! - Sounds like Julie Hubble.
Uh!
They're too strong!
We need magic.
It's the only way.
Forget that.
Cover me!
What?
-Why? -Just trust me.
Go, go, go!
Photosynthesize that!
It's working!
What on earth is going on?
Miss Cackle and Miss Hardbroom were just looking for your mum.
What?
You don't think they're sacking her already, do you?
Are you coming to see Ethel's spell?
-I hope we haven't missed it. -What spell?
I'm not sure, she just told me to go to the art room.
It was water-based paint, so I thought...
Clever, very clever.
Mum, is everything alright? What happened?
Thank you, Mildred. That's what we're trying to work out.
I think Miss Hallow might have some explaining to do.
I...
I cast a living paint spell.
What on earth possessed you?
She was trying to make my mum look bad while she was still on trial.
Miss Hardbroom told me about the preliminary probation period.
We'll discuss this later.
Right now, I'd like Ethel to explain
why she felt the need to torment Ms Hubble in the first place.
I don't want a non-magical teacher.
There's nothing I can learn from her.
Cackle's girls are the witches of the future.
With an attitude like yours,
I shudder to think what that future will be.
Tidy up this mess,
then go to your room while I decide on an appropriate punishment.
It seems we owe you yet another debt of gratitude, Ms Hubble.
I wish common sense was more common.
We witches tend to rely on magic. Spell first, think later.
It's one of the reasons you're such a great addition to the team.
Rest assured, your probationary period is over.
You know why I did what I did, right?
We came here to learn.
To be the best witches we can possibly be.
The others won't get it.
But you're clever.
You understand.
I did it for us.
Clarice!
We heard what happened. Are you okay?
I didn't mean for any of this to happen.
Don't bother with the tears.
I'm glad you finally got a taste of your own potion.
Can you finish tidying up, Clarice?
It's all too much for me.
You'll come and see me later, won't you?
We can move on from bees to ladybirds.
You don't have to.
I want to.
Stop. Clarice, she's using you.
Ethel never does anything for anyone unless she wants something in return.
How can you be so mean about your own sister?
You've seen what she's capable of.
You could've all been plant food.
She said you wouldn't understand.
Oh!
-Oh, Miss Hardbroom, you made me-- -Jump?
You will have to get used to our ways, Ms Hubble.
If we do not adapt, we do not survive.
You must be relieved your first day is over.
I am sorry if there were any misunderstandings.
Oh, I think we understand each other perfectly, Miss H.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
Oh... looks interesting.
I make the gravy extra gloopy.
Fills 'em up quicker.
I am afraid non-magicals aren't permitted at the teachers' table.
I do not make the rules, Ms Hubble.
Nobody speaks to my mum like that!
Hold on, Mil! What are you going to do?
I brought you some pie. It's a bit rubbery.
Thanks.
You're a star.
Speaking of which, all this boil and bubble with Ms Hubble...
it's embarrassing but...
part of me is still angry that Mildred cost me the wishing star.
Sybil said that was the reason.
What Sybil doesn't understand is... I wanted to win it for her.
I'd do anything for my sisters.
I took the Founding Stone for Esmerelda.
I wanted to restore the family name for Sybil.
You'd give up your wish for her?
Absolutely.
If I wasn't in so much trouble already, I'd go get the star myself.
Family always comes first...
And friends...
they're the family you choose yourself.
Miss Hardbroom put the wishing star in Miss Cackle's Office.
The door's not locked.
Because no-one would dare go in there.
Just whizz in and out.
Bring me back what's rightfully mine.
Wait, Mil!
We should stop, think, make a plan.
Not we. Me.
I've got to sort this out for Mum.
She saved Ethel but it made no difference whatsoever,
she's never going to fit in.
Don't follow me.
I repeat. Do not follow me.
That was quick.
Miss Cackle!
You were expecting someone else?
No. Nope. Nobody else, Miss Cackle.
I've decided on your punishment.
Oh, great. Fantastic!
You will write, in perfect handwriting,
an essay of ten thousand words,
entitled What I Love About Witching,
due in by the end of tomorrow.
Consider it your apology to Ms Hubble.
Brilliant.
Okay. Just an essay?
For now.
Do you have any other questions?
Can I start right away?
Hmm.
Clarice!
I just wanted to, uh...
Yes.
To apologize.
I hope I wasn't too harsh before.
But it's important you don't steal your friends' thunder.
People who shine don't need the spotlight.
So, keep calm and stay out of trouble.
Yes?
I am in such a pickle.
Star light, star bright,
with this star I free tonight.
Fly up high amongst turrets and towers,
gift my mum with magical powers.