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untemperedwolf · 5 years

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An unexpected turn

A hubblestar fic, my first fic for this fandom, wrote for my darling Georgia's @hubblestar birthday!!!!!! Happy birthday angel and I really hope you enjoy this fic!!!

Unbeta'd and read through and edited late at night so sorry about any mistakes.

Enjoy!

Dimity sat in the teacher's staff room marking her second years' theory tests. Or at least she was trying to. Truth be told, she was about to give up. Dimity never gives on her agenda and what was on her agenda today, for her lunch, was marking these papers, however she couldn't try for the life of her.

It was too quiet in the school.

No, that's not right. It's never quiet at Cackles-- it's when it is that's worrying-- and even though Dimity is the only one in the staffroom, it was not quiet. The shrieks and laughter of the cackles' girls could be heard from outside: peace and quiet is an impossibility, Dimity learnt quickly.

No, it wasn't too quiet. It was too lonely.

It's only been three days since all that went down with Julie Hubble went down. Three days since Julie Hubble left. And Dimity misses her.

Dimity had gotten used to Julie hanging around in the staff room in the breaks, sitting near Dimity as she marks and plans, chatting away. Usually about her art ideas and what she was going to explore with the girls. Dimity loved hearing Julie talk about all this; her eyes would sparkle and she'd smile, and her voice, oh her voice! Julie always spoke with such passion that Dimity couldn't help but get caught up in what she was saying, the planning long forgotten.

But now Julie is gone and Dimity is alone. Without Julie's cheerful chatting, Dimity feels awfully lonely in the staff room. Usually she'd enjoy being able to work in relative silence, before Julie, but now it's distracting.

Julie was a kindred spirit. She was passionate, she cared about the kids no matter how rude they were to her, and she was always a delight. She was everything Dimity strives to be.

It was nice working with Julie; with someone else who didn't mind being a bit daft unlike the other members of staff-- Dimity loves her colleagues, and they are fun, but Julie was a bubbly ray of sunshine, a free spirit and that's the kind of personality Dimity has. They got along like a house on fire, and she's sad that she no longer has Julie here.

Julie was a good companion, a good friend, even if she wasn't here for long.

If Dimity was being honest, she found herself rather enjoying Julie's presence in a way she hasn't enjoyed anyone's for a long time. It feels childish almost to say, being the age she is, but Dimity found herself developing quite the crush on Julie. It had started, really, ever since she laid eyes on Julie and last year, when they danced, oh... Dimity was a gonner from then. Her crush had only tripled since being around in Julie's presence more.

Of course nothing could come of it. They were colleagues, and Julie is also a mum of one of Dimity's students. She's sure that breaks all kinds of rules, although Dimity never checked, because if she doesn't know for certain then she can continue to daydream about Julie.

And of course there's the glaring problem that she doesn't know if Julie is even into women.

It wasn't exactly break room talk, especially when she hadn't known Julie for all that long. They were colleagues and Julie was Mildred's mum, there's no smooth way of dropping that question into casual conversation, not without Dimity's intentions coming off obviously-- something she did not want, in case Julie wasn't into women, or not into her.

Of course, Dimity could've gone the route of the subject of Mildred's father-- a less open mind may assume Mildred's birth meant Julie was straight when in fact just because Julie had Mildred it still cannot be assumed that Julie holds an attraction for men, let alone men alone-- but that's an invasive topic that Dimity respects the privacy off. It's clear he's not part of their lives and Dimity didn't want to come across as one of those judgemental people who think single mums are not the strong, capable parents they are, and who thing one needs a father. Especially when the single mum in question is the woman she fancies.

Dimity wishes she did inquire, about Julie's sexuality, so that she didn't feel so sad sitting alone in the staff room imaging what could have been between Julie and her when she doesn't even know if that was ever on the table.

Or, at least, Dimity wishes she could've figured out if Julie liked her back. Logic says that the amount of time Julie spent around Dimity and how Dimity remained the only teacher not shrunk into clay is an indicator that maybe Dimity didn't imagine Julie's longing looks of affection. However, logic also says that Dimity was a good friend to Julie, that she was openly kind to Julie where the others were a little more reserved, or just plain disrespectful, and that they were kindred spirits-- of course Julie would want to spend time with her. As a friend.

Dimity shakes her head to herself. What good would it be even if she did figure out if Julie liked her back. If Julie did, she'd still be fired. She'd still be no longer here. That'll be worse, knowing she might've found someone she wants to spend time with, someone she wants to be with, and have her away from her, not with her, not in a relationship.

But then again, there's still a functional mirror available for chats. There's still mail. There's holidays where she could go visit. If Dimity and Julie established something before she had to leave, there still could've been a relationship. It would just be a little more work; work that Julie would be worth.

Sighing, Dimity does what she's always preaching not too and slouches in her chair, dejected. Having thought up that solution to Julie and her's imaginary relationship, Dimity finds herself even more disappointed and bummed out.

Dimity picks up her pen again, spirits low, about to start attempting to mark again-- although there's still the overwhelmingly distracting missing presence of Julie-- when an idea comes to her mind.

Just because Julie and her aren't in a relationship doesn't mean they still can't write and talk!! They still can do that, they still can keep their friendship, and Dimity still can actively talk to Julie, still have her presence in her life.

Struck with inspiration, Dimity hurries off to mirror chat with Julie, hoping that Julie will pick up. Hoping that this is something that Julie would like. Julie did, after all, express a sadness at leaving Dimity when she was packing her things.

Julie does answer, and Dimity's heart skips a beat at seeing Julie's face, although it's only been a mere three days since she last did.

"Dimity!" Julie's voice betrays her surprise. "What a lovely surprise," Julie beams and Dimity feels her stomach tense, her heart constricting, as she's reminded once again how head over heels she is for Julie. Then, a forehead crease appears, panic appearing in her beautiful eyes.

"Wait, is Mildred okay?" Panic floods Julie's voice. Dimity quickly hurries to assure her that everything is fine, and Julie relaxes again.

"I just wanted to...to tell you that I miss you and that, if you want, we can still keep in touch. Like this. And letters, if that's something you'd like," Dimity's heart is beating, fast, in her chest, feeling almost like a confession of her feelings although it's far from it.

Julie beams and her stomach does somersaults. "I'd love that," Julie tells her, and Dimity beams back. Wanting to make sure the conversation doesn't end, and because she is worried, Dimity asks how Julie is. Julie's face darkens slightly, reflecting on the past days, but she says she's getting back used to being at home again. Julie says it's for the best, but Dimity can't agree. She may understand why Julie had to leave, but in many ways she doesn't, in many ways she thinks it's unfair.

Their conversation goes on, changes topics and soon, Dimity finds that an hour has passed. Julie makes her laugh, and time feels like nothing when she's talking to her. Dimity doesn't want to leave Julie, but it's getting close to her next class she's teaching.

"Look at the time!" Julie says, understanding why Dimity's laughter has came to a stop. "I don't want to keep you," Julie adds on.

"We can talk again soon," Dimity promised. "I need your jokes to keep me through the girls' antics," Dimity is sad that it's came to the end of their conversation for today, for possibly a few days, and she doesn't want to say goodbye, but needs must.

"Before you go," Julie says, her voice almost urgent, like she didn't want Dimity to end the call before she has chance to say a final thing. "Just so I know-- these calls, are they two friends having a natter, or two women embarking on a new relationship?" Julie asks.

Dimity almost falls off her chair, her ears not quite believing what Julie said. Dimity stares at Julie, completely frozen in shock.

"Unless I read the signals wrong... but I have a feeling I haven't," Julie speaks again.

"I'm sorry...you...you want a relationship with me?" Dimity says, her mind slowly processing. Julie laughs, and even in her shocks, Dimity's stomach still does flips.

"Of course! I don't just share my stolen forbidden treats with anyone you know!" Julie says and oh my god, Julie likes her.

Dimity beams, a smile overtaking her face, as the realisation Julie has given her makes her feel a little light headed.

"So?" Julie prompts. "Can I take these calls as us embarking on a relationship? I mean, there's nothing in the rules against it, in case you were wondering."

"You checked?" Dimity asks, wondering how long Julie liked her, considering she checked. Julie laughs again.

"Of course I did! If I'm having to make sure I know all the rules of that school, I'm going to check the rules about relationships, when I'm a parent who fancies her daughter's teacher!" Julie responds.

"So?" Julie prompts again. "Don't leave me hanging too long, overwise I might start feeling insecure," Julie cracks a smile but there's an underlayer of worry, worry that she's got this all wrong.

That's what makes it hit Dimity she still hasn't given Julie an answer, and not wanting to be the cause of any worry for Julie, Dimity answers.

"Yes! Yes, that's exactly what I want these calls to be!" Dimity answers, a tad enthusiastically, however Julie doesn't seem to mind.

Beaming, Julie places a hand against her side of the mirror. "Well then, until we can talk again, my dear, you've got a class to teach,"

"Until then," Dimity says, matching Julie's smile and hand.

The call ended, Dimity heads outside, a skip in her step and a happiness in her heart.

#the worst witch #hubblestar #dimity drill #julie hubble #julie x dimity #my fic #georgia tag

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wearethewitches · 6 years

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check it out!!!! mildred in hogwarts, harry potter getting his hope back & a hubble sandwich!!!!!!!

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tww2017fan2019-blog · 5 years

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Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: The Worst Witch (TV 2017), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Titanic (1997) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Hardbroom (Worst Witch) & Severus Snape, Felicity Foxglove/Ethel Hallow/Mildred Hubble/Enid Nightshade/Maud Spellbody, Hardbroom & Mildred Hubble, Hardbroom & Indigo Moon, Julie Hubble & Mildred Hubble Characters: Mildred Hubble, Maud Spellbody, Enid Nightshade, Ethel Hallow, Felicity Foxglove, Sybil Hallow, Clarice Twigg, Beatrice Bunch, Mabel Tapioca, Ada Cackle, Hecate Hardbroom, Dimity Drill, Gwen Bat, Algernon Rowan Webb, Julie Hubble, Miss tapioca, Severus Snape, Original Malfoy Characters (Harry Potter), Indigo Moon, Harry Potter Characters Additional Tags: titanic scenes, True Love, Love Confessions, I Ship It, sinking ship like in the titanic, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Titanic References, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Self-Denial, Denial of Feelings, not gay, Original Harry Potter Characters - Freeform, Drama & Romance, Tragic Romance, I do not know how to write this Summary:

What happened on the titanic from a different story?

When Hecate Hardbroom falls in love, as she believed, love never lasts forever. when it all ended. And how it ended. It all started when the Cackle's staff planned a trip on a ship, with a few other students and an unexpected game of cards that brought love to Hecate's life.

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hovercraft79 · 4 years

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An Uncertain Spring

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: The Worst Witch (TV 2017) Alternate Universe

Relationships:

Hardbroom/Pentangle (Worst Witch)

Hecate Hardbroom & Mildred Hubble

Hecate Hardbroom & Julie Hubble

Ada Cackle & Hecate Hardbroom

Dimity Drill & Hecate Hardbroom

Algernon Rowan-Webb/Gwen Bat

Chapters: 6

Words: 80,143

Warnings:

Alternate Universe

Homophobia

Internalized Homophobia

Homophobic Language

Alcohol Use

Religion used as a weapon

Summary:

Structure. Order. Control. Head Librarian Hecate Hardbroom values these things above all others. When Ursula Hallow threatens to take away everything Hecate holds dear, she finds herself at a loss. Then Pippa Pentangle arrives in a pink whirlwind of chaos and new ideas. Hecate hardly knows which way is up. Can she open herself up to change? Will it even matter, or has Ursula already won?

Notes:

The library AU nobody asked for is finally complete! It's a stand-alone story so it doesn't matter if you've read anything of my other works. It's set during the spring of 2020 - but I started working on it a bit over a year ago so in this version of our world there is no covid-19.

For any of you folks who read this and might be trained librarians, my apologies for anything that seems off. Please feel free to let me know if I've done something incorrectly or used the wrong call numbers for scene descriptors.

The title of this story comes from the first line of "The Hours" by Virginia Woolf. Here, Hecate's a bit of a fan.

As always, I owe Sparky a great deal of thanks (and more than a couple nice dinners out, whenever that can happen again) for her countless hours editing - reading and marking it, then reading it again out loud while I make corrections. Yeah, I owe her big time. Any errors that remain are no doubt there because I fiddled with it after we were done.

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025 Library operations

Hecate stood, hands clenched at her side, behind the podium, unsure if she should keep standing or take her place among the handful of people who had attended tonight’s City Council meeting.

“Look, Egbert,” Ursula Hallow leaned towards her microphone, waving a sheet of paper in her hand. “I know your grandmother served as the librarian for aaages, but this isn’t personal. Look at the numbers! I’m not making some baseless claim! These figures were provided by Miss Hardbroom herself. Usage is down. The building needs repairs. The library has been operating in the red for years. It’s a drain on the taxpayers.”

Mayor Hellibore’s face reddened three shades, but he kept his tone even. “Libraries provide valuable community services, Ursula. If—”

“Clearly not to this community. Do people even need libraries anymore? Doesn’t everyone just Google the information they need and read e-books?” Ursula waved the paper again. “The numbers just don’t bear out the funding.”

Hecate studied the other council members, trying to gauge if they leaned towards Hellibore’s position or were siding with Ursula. They mostly looked bored. She realized she’d lost track of the debate when Mayor Hellibore slapped the table and rose to his feet.

“That’s it! The rest of this discussion will be held in closed session. Let’s go!” He pointed towards a door off to the side and waited until Ursula had huffed her way in and the rest of the Council had followed, wearily, behind her.

Hecate returned to her chair, stiffly taking her seat among the rest of the attendees. An older woman leaned over and patted her forearm.

“Don’t you worry, my dear, everything will turn out all right. You’ll see.” Bright blue eyes twinkled out from behind a pair of wire-rimmed bifocals. “Would you care for a lemon drop?” A paper sack appeared from nowhere.

“Thank you,” Hecate said, keeping her eyes trained on the door, “for the kind words and the candy.” She accepted the offering and settled back into her chair and waited for the Council to return.

And she waited.

And waited.

And waited until she was the only person left in the Council chamber. Now and again she would hear Mayor Hellibore’s raised voice through the closed door. The clock on the wall ticked past midnight before the door flew open and Egbert’s narrowed eyes landed on Hecate. She scrambled to her feet.

Hellibore loomed over her, radiating anger. “Funded. For now. I’ll be at the library with the details as soon as I can. Open tomorrow as usual.” He stalked away before Hecate could stammer out a bewildered ‘yes, sir.’