The Worst Witch ☽ Daughter of the Night ⚝ Story of Nyx Moon Hardbroom

I.✰ I ran away. Witches... my treasure's been turned over to you🌙

—ARTHUR RIMBAUD (A Season in Hell)

Important! Dear reader, in order to proceed with the content of the chapter, you are invited to review the Preface [preliminary and explanatory notes] and Prelude [narration of events prior to the story].

Note: The hyphens and punctuation marks used in the redaction are in the Literature Spanish Style to make the reading more pleasant and dynamic.

⭑Inverted commas (" ") are used only to mark hypothetical questions [in fact the English way to indicate dialogue].

⭑Long dashes (—) separate dialogues with their respective actions and descriptions.

⭑Spanish commas (« ») are used to indicate soliloquies or a phrase spoken by one character quoted by another. 

NOVEMBER: Sir Walter Wet Week

The rainy sunset rises in exponential cyclone, and recrudesces, feelings of uncertainty that inundate Cackle's Academy.

A young witch has escaped, and many allude knowing her name.

You heard, you heard», as incense spreads the rumor among the classrooms. All the teachers try to calm the pandemonium of the pupils, all except Hardbroom, teacher of potions... absent, since the presumptuous gossip came to her knowledge.

Rumble and commotion emanate from the laboratory, where a duo of newbie witches is attracted by the novelty of the incident. Their respective lineages dating back to ancient times: generations of Cackle's graduated witches, on count occasions the Hallows and Foxgloves have witnessed similar occurrences.

—On this test... this test —said Flora Foxglove to herself, a suspicious schoolgirl, whose goal was to survive the practical potions exam that Miss Hardbroom assured to apply that same day—. HB recanted?!

—If it's because of the runaway witch... we have that escapist to thank a lot —jokes Saoirse, the youngest of the Clan Hallow.