Wednesday Headmistress Novels & Stories

he says, and I shiver. We step inside. We find the headmistress by the receptionist’s desk speaking quietly to a teacher. When she spots us, her face immediately hardens. I can tell it's not because of me but the person I'm with. She wasn't expecting Adrian and I can't blame her. “Mr. Leighton.” She forces a polite smile. “Mrs. Blackwood. I'm glad you still remember me.” His face remains neutral. “How could I forget?” she folds her arms across her chest, asserting dominance. She glances between Adrian and me. “To what do I owe this visit?”

He hesitated first, thinking that he might be too nosy, but in the end, he said, "He can't possibly link all of us at once. How much more to our packs that are miles apart?" The representatives apologized, and he coolly nodded. Everyone that was called separated and went on our own businesses. Sandra and I head back to our dorm first to pack our things. When I entered Amethyst, only a few of us were left. Some are already starting with their homework. Others are gliding their suitcases and exiting the area. Headmistress Ranella firmly grasped my shoulders as she creepily whispered, "Hello, dear, you forgot something?" I shrieked. Not expecting her to creep her way behind my back. Right. No m

My heart pounded in my chest as I just stood there, frozen and unsure what to do. Then the crowd parted to reveal the Headmistress as she walked forward. Headmistress Katherine was always a striking figure. The crowd immediately hushed when she raised her hand.She then swept her eyes over the crowd before her, looking at us with a satisfied look. “You have done well,” she said. “You have done better than I hoped”

Chapter 39: Tear It Down ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 20 - 2027 ║ ║ Wednesday║ Class Day║ The headmistress's words about the Olympia's sports cup echoed in my mind as I walked back to the dormitory. A warm adrenaline ran down my spine at the thought of what lay ahead. The competition seemed innocent enough on the surface, but I had learned by now that nothing was ever as it seemed within these ivy-covered walls.

A throat clears behind her, and she stiffens, "I am disappointed, Miss Snow. After the conversation I had with your father this morning, I thought you would re-think your position." She turns and stares at Mr Kemp, "well sir, I was just welcoming miss Hutchings to our table…" Kemp cuts her off, "by calling her trash and a waster and comparing her to a bag lady? that is not the behaviour of a head girl, as per my conversation with your father, I strip you and your prefects of your titles, you will be given until the end of next week to pack your belongings."

We walked to the headmistress’s office and took our seats. Once I was settled in, the headmistress looked at me with a nervous look. She made a tent with her fingers on the table and said, “I am sorry for what happened out there a few minutes ago. I—” “Cut to the main point, Madam,” I said, my arms crossed, my breathing labored and my eyes shooting daggers at her.

the headmistress asked coldly, her tone lofty, giving an air of untouchability. Charlotte did not want to deal with this old woman at all. She found her tiresome and extremely irritating, always coming to bother her for no reason. This woman was truly a peculiar one. The headmistress, clearly annoyed, sneered, “So, the high-and-mighty princess has fallen into the mud! Acting so high and mighty, but you’re here now, eating the same simple meals as the rest of us. Who do you think you are? You’re no better than me now.”

She seems to have been waiting for her. Julianne carefully shut the door from peering eyes, and she took a few steps forward before asking, “Why are you in my room, Headmistress?” Headmistress Eldryn pulled the corner of her lips and said in a relaxed voice, “It seems you already know the answer to that.” Julianne knew that the headmistress can be a scary person and that she needed to be cautious in her words and thoughts, knowing that she is a psychic or so. She asked her, “I’m not sure what you are talking about.”

While all the while Lindsey is having her delighted time from the children’s adorable expression. “Can the head mistress help us?” One little girl asks that a bit taken the head mistress aback and immediately clear her throat. “It is your assignment, so you should answer it diligently. Besides, you are the one who took the test from Miss Lawrence.” The head mistress swift reasoning and out from that little predicament that the children responses with their pouty mouth and a bit of a hopeless expression. Yet, their determination sure wins at the end. “You heard the head mistress so, for the third and last riddle.” Lindsey giggles for a while about it and knew that the head mistress is not tha

the headmistress asked, her sharp eyes fixed on me. "What," I started flatly. "did Luna do the other day?" She blinked naturally and lowered her glasses slightly. "I have no idea what you speak of." "Oh please," she countered, raising my hand in a sharp dismissal. "Look, I know you're a witch. I sense it–" "What?" "You heard me right," I continued. "And I'll love it if you'd walk out of all these pretenses–" In one twist of a moment, the headmistress brought forth her palm and lit fire on it after a quick incantation.