User:CaitlinCharlotte TBW

Miss Hardbroom led the girls to the Kitten Room, as Esmeralda, the third-year student ambassador, followed along. Miss Hardbroom looked at this fresh, new batch of young witches—or rather, disappointments, as she called them. "First years, you may choose your familiars now..."

Mildred, who was first in line, was too excited to even chitter-chatter like the rest. As a non-magical person, one of the things she'd looked forward to after discovering that magic indeed existed was getting a familiar. She'd always carried a flame for animals, especially cats. She could somehow communicate with and understand all sorts of species perfectly (without a potion, unlike other witches, that is) and wanted to become an Animal Witch when she grew up. She shivered with excitement and anticipation at the thought of getting a magical animal, nevertheless a cat.

“…according to the ranking of your admission exam." Miss Hardbroom finished her sentence, and at the same time let Mildred down terribly. As kind and compassionate as she was, her talent was barely shown in her studies, unlike Ethel, Charlotte and Caitlin. She'd scraped a mere pass in the fairly easy exam, a whole 30% below the average mark, which meant she'd unmistakably have to pick her familiar last. She didn't mind picking a less good-looking cat, but it was just that she'd been looking forward to this very moment for ages. She had so very much wanted to be the first to enter the Kitten Room and pick the very first familiar out of the crowd of first years.

“Caitlin, this thought has still been bothering me,” Charlotte thought aloud to her sister. “You remember the girl in purple in the admission exam in August? Her?” She gestured at Ethel, who was standing right in front of her.

“Yeah, the one who,” Caitlin stopped and continued with an increased volume. “The one who must have given us a forgetting potion to cause us to forget the most basic ingredient for a potion? How could I forget?”

“Ugh, I can’t believe she didn’t get caught for that and even topped the class! We could’ve been Head of Year in place of her with our bonus one mark question before she did god-knows-what!” Charlotte groaned.

“I really want to claim the cat first but…guess we’ll just have to work harder so that even her little cheat-spells won’t work on us!” Caitlin replied optimistically.

Charlotte grumbled. “ But now she’s gonna be He—”

"Ethel Hallow, as the Head of Year and having scored a perfect 100% in the admission exam, you are granted permission to select your familiar first. Enter.” Miss Hardbroom announced from the Kitten Room.

With a smug face, Ethel proudly marched into the Kitten Room. Within a few moments, she came out stroking a black feline with unbelievably sleek and slender fur. "I’m naming her Nightstar, Miss Hardbroom."

"Charlotte Cattail, Caitlin Cattail, you have tied for second place with 97%, and therefore may enter together."

As Charlotte and Caitlin walked into the Kitten Room hopefully, Mildred looked longingly at Nightstar. "She's so adorable!" The words simply would not stay still inside her mouth.

"It's none of your business, Mildred Hubble." Ethel scoffed. "And anyways, what do you know about familiars? It's not like you're even qualified to be a witch anyways. Why did they even let you in in the first place?" She looked at Mildred from top to bottom, then from bottom to top. "If they let you stay after this probation period, I'm dropping out. I wouldn't want to be in a school with someone like you, anyways."

"We have a bet going, then. Better get ready to drop out, Ethel." Mildred was fuming. How dare Ethel insult her like that? It wasn't her fault she wasn't a witch in the first place, and neither was it that it took her nearly ten times the amount of effort to learn, nevertheless master, the art of witching. It was ridiculously hard for someone who was considered a "commoner" (the term for addressing those that had not inherited any magic from their parents) to learn magic. However, as Mildred's best friend, Maud believed that the tiniest pinch of magic existed somewhere in her soul, and that Mildred’s magic would eventually show up. Hers showed up at the age of 5, unlike many others who were born with magical abilities.