Mum!
Wake up!
Mildred, what are you doing in my room?
We're not in your room.
Mildred! Get me down now!
I didn't get you up.
You did.
Okay.
Maybe you need a broomstick.
Woah!
I don't know how you did that Mum, but it was amazing.
Oh!
You must have been dreaming about being outside and your magic did the rest.
What? What are you talking about, my magic?
I turned you into a witch, Mum.
You what?
Like you were always meant to be. Isn't it brilliant?
I've just fallen out of the sky, Mildred, I do not call that brilliant.
Oh!
Since when could people get turned into witches anyway?
I don't want it. Turn me back.
Witches may work in many roles, such as animal witching, science witching,
some other witching, where a green blob is covering the words.
How old is your Witches Code, Bea?
Mum got it for me when I was a baby.
Tell her you're due a new one then.
I like that one.
I have no idea what type of witch I want to be when I leave here.
That's why we're having this careers lesson.
Me, I'm already decided.
Miss Tapioca? Do you have any cinnamon?
Any what?
It's just that I have some on mine at home, maybe some fruit, chopped nuts.
Ooh, sounds wonderful.
Maybe you can come in sometime and share some recipe tips.
Oh, well, if you really think--
Or maybe, you'll eat what you're given...
before I turn you into a jelly.
Without cinnamon.
Eat.
And you can clear off and all,
you're always in here. Out!
Clarice? Clarice!
I've come for the wishing star.
You did get it like we agreed, didn't you, Clarice?
Clarice!
Hi, Ethel.
Clarice!
Do you want the good news or the bad news?
Why do I think the correct answer is none of the news?
Bad, I sort of stole the wishing star.
-What, Millie? -Good...
I turned my mum into a witch.
Which she is struggling with at the moment, but she's a complete natural.
I mean, she was levitating without a spell or a potion, or anything.
Amazing or what?
So, you want to cook, Beatrice?
An unusual career choice. What got you interested in that?
Well, because...
No real reason.
Okay, but, if you're keen,
I could organize something special for you.
Special, Miss Drill?
How about a day's work experience in the kitchens?
The school kitchens?
Of course! Miss Tapioca could use a hand.
You two are going to get on like a cauldron on fire.
-Well, what are you waiting for? -Oh.
Where's my Witches Code?
You haven't had it out in class.
It's not here.
You needed a new one anyway.
I need to find that one!
You must have left it in the dining hall.
I put it in my bag. I definitely put it in my bag.
It's a book.
What's the big deal?
Hey!
You are out of bounds!
I'm here for work experience. Miss Drill sent me.
Like I've got time to waste on training you.
I have a thousand mouths to feed.
Cinnamon girl!
Uh, yes, Mrs Tapioca.
Was anything handed in today?
It's just that, I lost a book and I--
If it gets handed in, it goes in the bin.
That's my motto.
Well, can I check the bin--
If you're here to work for me, get to it. Kitchens.
So, the idea is,
that between us we'll make a sculpture of the whole academy.
What for, Miss Hubble?
Well, I thought it would be a good idea for you
to view your world from a fresh perspective.
It's useful for everyone to take a good, hard look at themselves,
every now and again.
As I say, struggling.
You do realize this is madness.
If anyone finds out what you've done, you'll be up before the Great Wizard.
May I say Ms Hubble,
that when Miss Cackle chose to exclude me from normal activities,
until I finish this long essay for you,
I had no idea that I would be missing out on such a wonderful project.
Thank you, Ethel.
Is that the dining hall you've made?
Only I think I see you inside it.
Sitting, on your own.
My essay!
Who did that?
Yes, Mum!
People are going to realize.
The worst that's going to happen is Mum's going to realize how cool this is.
I'll give you some advice about becoming a cook.
Don't bother.
Oh.
Oh, it's a great job if you want to be insulted,
ignored, unappreciated,
undervalued, underpaid, insulted.
You already said insulted.
Or, it was just my mistake.
I've got lunches to prepare.
Miss Tapioca, it's really important to me to find that Witches Code.
I think someone took it from my bag.
It's not my fault if you can't look after your things.
But you don't understand.
Oh, I understand that you need
to learn what it's really like in the kitchens.
It's not all baking pretty little cakes at home with mummy.
You get to organize my cookery books.
And do not touch the food.
Ugh.
"Lost! Potion set, last seen in dining hall."
"Lost chanting sheets, gone missing from dining hall."
I hope you're busy tidying.
There is a thief.
"Advanced Magical Baking."
Try to look at the school with fresh eyes, girls.
What do you see?
A magical academy, where pupils go to learn magic.
Ethel.
Oh, Ms Hubble, do forgive me.
I just wanted to say out loud
that you have fully changed my opinion
about the value of art in Cackle's,
with this superbly conceived and utterly stimulating project.
What?
Oh.
What's that?
I-I...
found a jar of cinnamon, Miss Tapioca.
I threw it out, immediately.
It's nearly lunch.
Come and help.
Truth cookies.
Just leave your stuff on your desks, girls.
We can finish off next time.
I suppose she's told you what she's done?
I can't trust myself to think anything. Stuff just happens.
I don't think your mum's up for this, Mil.
You just have to train yourself, Mum.
Like I did.
You're not getting how awesome this is.
Look.
Without magic, you have to follow the laws of nature.
With magic, the laws of nature follow you.
Ear of barley, husk of rye,
clay, do what's in my mind's eye.
Our flat.
You'll learn to control it.
And what do I do till then?
Stay locked in the art cupboard?
Coming for a cuppa?
It's my birthday and I've brought cake in...
Which means I won't take no for an answer.
Lovely.
What could possibly go wrong?
What Miss Hardbroom said about you not eating at our table,
the rest of us don't hold with that by the way.
Right. Thanks.
You're always welcome to sit with us.
Well, if you want to sit by someone who eats flies for lunch.
I am starving.
Ooh, no.
Where are my flies?
How very odd, Algernon.
Ms Hubble?
You have not filed your attendance records this morning.
May I remind you that these are to be provided
for every lesson.
Ms Hubble?
Have I turned invisible?
Am I speaking in a foreign tongue?
See that you file them this afternoon.
Too close.
How do you like the truth cookies?
Once you eat one, you literally can't lie.
Which is how I'm going to find out who stole my book.
Stole it?
Honestly, why is she so hung up on that thing?
I have to go,
because I'm a coward who hates confrontation.
Tell Beatrice her cookies totally work.
Clarice? Clarice!
The teachers haven't come in.
What if something's happened?
That's what we've been telling you. You need to fix your mum, fast.
Do you two know anything about items being stolen?
Yes.
Well, things get stolen all the time like, money, jewelry, cars.
Don't!
These must be truth cookies.
You'll blow the secret.
What secret?
She...
-She stole the wish-- -Oi!
You!
Those dishes are not going to wash themselves.
Well, they could actually, it's a magic school.
But I want you to do it.
Let's get out of here.
So, there was magic in the cookies,
and now you can only tell the truth.
Yes, and I really hope
you don't ask me what I think about your recent behavior.
What do you think about my recent behavior?
You're like a different person.
Stealing the wishing star, that's not you.
If you don't see sense to reverse the spell,
I'm not even sure I can stay friends with you.
Enid feels the same way.
Sorry, I couldn't help it.
How do I reverse the spell?
Wonderful work today.
You've got the makings of a fine cook.
-Really? -No. You were a disgrace.
"Don't touch the food," I said, but you knew better.
You knew how to improve my menu.
No, Miss Tapioca, that's not why--
These... are not fit to eat.
And you aim to be a cook?
You've got a lot to learn if you want to be like me.
Why would I want to be like you?
I want to be a cook like my mum.
Well, I shall be calling your mum on the magic mirror
to tell her that you're not actually cut out for co--
You can't.
We lost my mum.
Six years ago now.
You should have said something.
I don't. Not even to my friends.
Because everyone has all these questions
and it's like I have to go through it again and again.
So I just pretend she's still around.
Well...
you can't expect me to--
And do you know what made me feel like she was around?
My Witches Code.
The one my mum bought for me, and now I don't even have that.
I didn't know it would be so hard to find a reversal spell.
Non-magical people don't turn magical every day, Millie.
I'm really grateful that you're helping me.
Especially knowing how you both feel.
If there was a reversal spell for the way I've been behaving, I'd use it.
Wait, I think this is it.
The spell must be cast willingly by the one who is giving up her magic.
If the non-magical person does not give up their magic
then consequences will ensure, such as...
Such as what?
The next page is missing.
If we get this done quick, we won't have to worry, will we?
Either way it'll end in total disaster. Knowing you, Millie.
When do these cookies wear off?
Finished.
Thank you, Ethel.
"What I love about being a witch."
Sounds interesting.
It is. I wrote it.
"Most of all what I love about being a witch
is that the good you can do for the world is only limited by your imagination."
That's beautiful, Ethel.
I was stuck for an ending.
Beautiful.
Ear of barley,
husk of rye,
clay, do what's in my mind's eye.
Whoo!
Mum?
Who is...
Help!
Mum!
Help!
Mum, I'm coming! Hang on!
Mildred!
Oh!
The wishing star. Give it to me.
I-I didn't take it.
Then you will go back there now and complete the task as agreed.
It's wrong. No matter what you say.
Well.
What a missed opportunity for you.
I thought you were a high achieving witch.
I was mistaken.
I'll just have to do it myself.
I should not have had that cookie.
I just saw Bea running out of the dining hall. She looked upset.
Mum, you were right.
This was a bad idea, one of the worst ideas I've ever had.
I flew!
I really flew!
Miss Cackle?
It's not here.
What's not here?
Hi, Star.
Bea.
My Witches Code, it's gone for good.
That's not worth all this upset.
Your mother can buy you another one.
What's so special about that book anyway?
Star, no!
Did he just eat a truth cookie?
What happens when a dog eats a truth cookie?
He starts barking more honestly?
Wait. He was in the dining hall.
He's always in the dining hall. He knows who the thief is.
Don't you, boy?
Come on, Star. Show us who the thief is.
Good boy.
You were meant to be on work experience for the whole day.
I realized straight away,
when I came to tell you that I'd finished my essay,
and the cupboard was open.
Are you sure it was open? I think I would have noticed.
Miss Cackle.
We have a thief.
I have witnessed activity today,
that may suggest that the wishing star has already been used.
May I suggest that you speak to the Hubbles.
I'm surprised you wanted me back.
What with me making such disgusting cookies and everything.
Oh, those. Those were actually delicious.
Outstanding in fact.
You really are a talented cook.
What am I telling you that for?
You ate one, didn't you?
Yeah.
I was comfort eating because I felt so ashamed of myself.
You really mustn't take any notice of the horrible things I said.
I'm just a rather bitter and lonely woman, and I've been taking it out on you.
Um... Right.
You are really like my daughter, you see.
You have a daughter?
Walking's quite hard once you've had a taste of flying.
Mum, I was wrong.
Sorry.
Giving you magic, it was...
It was like the time I gave you chocolate raisins for Christmas.
It wasn't for you, it was for me.
Yeah, but I got to quite like chocolate raisins in the end.
This is the reversal spell.
So, you just have to say these words.
We have reason to believe that there is a thief in our midst.
Well, that's a very strong accusation, Miss Hardbroom.
I hope you've got proof.
Star.
He's had a truth cookie. He's on the scent of the thief.
Will that suffice?
Maybe he was just being friendly.
Mildred,
what do you know about the whereabouts of the wishing star?
Wishing star? But we're looking for--
I'm sorry, Miss Cackle.
I think he's picking up another scent.
Where are you all going?
It was her!
I'm sure it was her.
She wouldn't listen to me when she was getting into trouble at Amulet's.
I'll find you a tissue.
And then one day she pushed it too far and they expelled her.
I just don't want Mabel throwing away her education because of me.
Miss Tapioca?
Have you been stealing from the dining hall?
Oh, yeah.
For weeks now.
I'm sorry, I really am.
I took it all for Mabel, for her studies.
I know it was wrong,
but I was desperate.
Oh, Miss Tapioca.
I must speak to you privately,
about the theft of a wishing star.
What?
Her?
I haven't stolen a wishing star.
She's telling the truth actually.
Miss Cackle will decide that.
No, wait.
She didn't take the wishing star.
-It was-- -It was me.
You stole the wishing star!
I did say that.
Well, not exactly.
Um, I went into the office to file the attendance reports,
like Miss Hardbroom said,
but I didn't know where they went.
So, I opened a cupboard and the potion went all over me.
Yeah.
It took three washes to get that supernatural glow out of my best top.
Miss Cackle, Miss Hardbroom,
surely you don't believe that?
It is all too believable for a Hubble.
Well, if we're quite done here...
Miss Cackle?
Miss Tapioca has been accused of some really bad things.
In front of all of us.
Have I?
I mean, she could be due some compensation.
Unless there was something simple you could do,
to make it up to her.
Welcome to Cackle's Academy...
Mabel Tapioca.
I don't believe this.
My dad was going to get me into Pentangle's.
Now I have to come here,
with her.
Embarrassing!
She does not seem to have inherited your upbeat personality, Miss Tapioca.
-Thank you. -You're welcome, Miss Tapioca.
Any time you want to help in the kitchen again, I'd be glad to have you.
You're a good cookery witch.
-Your mother would be proud. -Thank you.
It was good to have someone to share with.
Always makes things easier.
There's something I should tell you two.
It's about my mum.
And then Miss Hardbroom said she believed Mum, and somehow...
I got away with it.
Which doesn't make it right.
Yeah, I know.
I've not done much right since I came back to school.
I'm sorry.
I'll fix things with Mum
and then everything will be just like it was before.
What are you doing up here?
Oh, it's really quite relaxing when you get used to it.
Mum.
The way you covered for me with HB was amazing, but...
we can't get away with it forever.
I was wrong to think we could.
We've got to change you back.
But Mildred, I think you were right about me.
I think is how I was always meant to be.
I really don't think it's a good idea.
Night, night, Mildred.
Mum?
Mum!