Do you ever wonder if the reflection in your mirror is just you from another dimension or time line looking back at you and that your mirror is a portal to that place but you can’t get there yet because you haven’t unlocked the secret to opening it yet?

Some scholars have even theorized that a mirror is a reflection of a time long passed or a time yet seen.

Or even a gate to one's doppelganger. Perhaps I'm not even remotely close to being the one you refer to as "Mum".

But we shall never know.

"The only sweet I require is you and you alone." It was cliche of her but she felt it necessary to distract her with compliments. While she did so she gave her a side-eye and managed to start creating the icing they were skipping around. Hecate's eyes lazily moved upward to meet Geraldine's while she mixed it together. "Teeth rotting or not, you're a remarkable and healthy addition to my life."

She say the bowl down like a mother to her child and turned to face the ginger. A stray strand of hair found its way to her forehead and moved as she did.

"We'll ice a small batch of them and leave the rest free of it. Choice is a remarkable thing, but, when you can increase the amount of choices, things get more interesting." She shrugged.

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Orange light dappled the deputy headmistress’s face as she shifted in her seat by the window. It was getting late but she was hardly in a hurry to care as it was break and she could easily relax for once.

She gripped her mug full of hot cocoa fondly as she brought it to her lips for a sip, leaving behind a trail of dark lipstick. She set it down on the table next to her.

“Ah you’re finally awake, I was wondering when I could get up to make us dinner.” Her voice but a deep murmur as she kissed the ginger’s head who had been fast asleep in her lap.

“A Cat and a lowercase cat”

(via)

oh, to be in a bluebell wood

She loves to relax on the sofa backrest Source: HackingDutchman on catpictures.

A long while ago there were a pair of twin siblings in our family. I believe they'd be your great great great aunts. One was cursed or gifted, depending on how you see it, with the ability to rejuvenate an elder while the other had the ability to wither them.

Both were horrified of their abilities because they had no control. So they tended to live in isolation and only be seen by those who required their unique power.

The sister with the ability to speed up life had been known to have jet black eyes during the use of her powers while the other had white. As they grew older the one who could reverse aging promised to let her sister continue to live on. But as the story goes, they managed to poof both of themselves out of existence.

The summary of this is that another distant relative managed to receive both of their powers combined, which had mutated into the ability of resurrection.

Your Grandmother used to tell this story to me before I went to bed. Strange, yes, but knowing her it was important.

Mom I need to tell you something important but you can’t freak out okay?

You know you can tell me anything.

I suppose I can now add this to the ever growing list of interesting and somewhat odd events in my life. Hmmm... I've heard of thus happening before, strangely enough.

Mom I need to tell you something important but you can’t freak out okay?

You know you can tell me anything.

So you're a necromancer? Or- am I missing the point? What sort of things...?

I apologize if I'm not shocked enough I have managed to see some... out of the ordinary things.

*she lightly quirked a brow and tilted her head to the side*

Mom I need to tell you something important but you can’t freak out okay?

You know you can tell me anything.

...And that would be? The last time I had news like this, your eldest sister was telling me she was a medium of sorts and then that she was getting married to a.. Gullet. Right, I shouldn't get off topic. Er...sorry.

Mom I need to tell you something important but you can’t freak out okay?

You know you can tell me anything.

Yes?

Mom I need to tell you something important but you can’t freak out okay?

You know you can tell me anything.

Mom I need to tell you something important but you can’t freak out okay?

You know you can tell me anything.

oh to be stolen away in the dead of night by a mysterious ancient entity

Miss. Are you really Miss Cassidy? Sorry about that if you're upset.

[Oh goodness gracious, I’m not upset. No worries.

I’m not Raquel Cassidy. I’m just a fan blog for the character she plays, Hecate Hardbroom. The goal of this blog is to have people who love The Worst Witch have a chance to have some fun and interact with this blog as if they’re talking to this fan favorite character.

I’m doing this as a way to both celebrate Miss Cassidy’s work as well as the people behind every iteration of The Worst Witch. I’m also doing this as a way to help people through this pandemic so they can have something fun to look forward to or have something to read.

It’s purely for entertainment purposes. Sorry if this was confusing at all.

Warmest wishes, Emily ]

“An orange glaze would be lovely, yes.” She managed as she turned to fully face Geraldine with a hand rested on the counter propping her up. “I was considering it but wasn’t sure if that would be too sweet for you.”

Hecate sighed as her eyes drifted to meet her hand which was turning white from the firmness she was exerting on it. The glaze reminded her of what her mother would do. She’d coat the muffins twice. Once for the glaze to soak into the insides and another to make them shiny and aesthetic. Her mother was always about making things look pretty. She had wondered if that was due to her father’s perfectionist attitude towards everything or if it was just a trait of hers.

“It was almost ceremonial for her to put it on at the end.”

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Orange light dappled the deputy headmistress’s face as she shifted in her seat by the window. It was getting late but she was hardly in a hurry to care as it was break and she could easily relax for once.

She gripped her mug full of hot cocoa fondly as she brought it to her lips for a sip, leaving behind a trail of dark lipstick. She set it down on the table next to her.

“Ah you’re finally awake, I was wondering when I could get up to make us dinner.” Her voice but a deep murmur as she kissed the ginger’s head who had been fast asleep in her lap.

What are some hobbies that both you and Pippa enjoy?

Surprisingly, I go on hikes with her. We started mild and then traveled to do some more extreme ones. I was never much for hiking or traveling but Pippa has always made it a fun and interesting experience. Sometimes we take the time to grab herb or flower samples on the way.

Otherwise, I've taken up drawing and she's taken up modeling. We do that quite often now that I've been trying to improve on drawing humans.

A final thing is that we spend the day baking or experimenting with espresso drinks. I'm a caffeine addict... finding new ways to brew or prepare it is lovely.

What's your favourite thing to do to Ada?

I'm not answering this question.

Should I start asking about your love life, dear anon?

Who's morw romantic, you or Miss Hackle?

I do believe you answered your own question, anon.