02x13 - The Big Freeze

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It's true, Mildred Hubble.

You come from a long line of great witches.



- What?

- I speak truth.

The Hubbles are a witching family.

Really? Do you know what this means? I'm never gonna hear the last of it.

Everything is going to be different now! The teachers won't put me at the bottom of the class before the test.

The Great Wizard won't have that silly purple colour every time he sees me.

I'll finally belong! We saw your broom go down.

Are you alright? The school's been evacuated.



- The magic's gone bonkers.



- No biggie.

It's not like anyone's wasting time working out who their great

- granny is!

- I'm from a witching family!

- Wow, that's great, Mildred.

Okay, I have questions.

How about less family history and more fixing a Founding Stone? They are one and the same.

To restore a Stone, a family must pay a terrible price.

Is nobody feeling even the slightest hint of magic? Nothing here.

Don't worry, Miss Cackle.

Mildred and Ethel are on the case.

It's okay.

All we have to do is sit tight until they find a way to reignite the Stone.

That's nothing to worry about, right? By the time the ice had set in throughout our caves, I had tried everything.

I offered the Stone my magic, but it wasn't enough.

Oh! I don't wish to be rude, but get to the point, Tiny! The Stone wanted more.

Not only my magic, but the magic of those yet to come.

My daughter, her daughter, and all the daughters to follow.

Twelve generations of magic.

You are number 13.

The first magical Hubble for centuries.

You mean, my gran should have been a witch?

- My mum?

- Yes.

And it was too high a price.

Do not make the same mistake, my child.

Do not.

Who's gonna give up all that magic for this place? I don't think that matters now.

The good news is, everyone's out of the academy.

The bad news is that this is all that's left of the Founding Stone.

Psst! Do you know, I wish you'd move closer to the academy.

It's m*rder walking all the way here when your legs are only three inches.

A little me? Of course, it's a little me.

Listen, it's all kicking off.

If I were you, I'd get yourself to Cackle's, pronto.

Why? Are you telling me Mildred's in trouble? Not just Mildred.

Whole lot of them.

Now, I've managed to hold it together to get here, but the magic's totally running out.

Any minute now, I could just Full of joy, we mix our potions Working by each other's side When our days at school are over Let us think of them with pride Keep it going, girls.

It's no good, Miss Cackle.

The girls have a right to know.

A right to know what? Oh, it's her idea of a joke.

You know Miss Hardbroom, she has many strengths, but humour is not one.

Please.

Tell them.

The ice, which you are seeing here, it is not ordinary ice.

It forms wherever magic once was.

Witches do not just use magic.

We are magic.

It runs through our blood.

So? So? I feel I feel weird.

Felicity! Don't panic, girls! She's not hurt, merely suspended.

Then how do we un

- suspend her? If the Stone cannot be reignited, then there may not be a way.

Oh, Miss Hardbroom, when we get out of here, we really must work on your tact and diplomacy.

Why Felicity? Why not us, too? Felicity inadvertently used her magic to turn into a plant, then a pizza.



- She can't have had much left.



- It's only a matter of time, then.

If we can't get out of this, we'll freeze too, won't we?

- But as you said, Mildred and Ethel

- Don't know we're in here.

What if they can't fix the Stone? What if they just leave? Well Miss Cackle.

Maybe not all the magic's broken.

I thought I could charge it.

Just for a few minutes.

But maybe I put too much strain on it, I don't know.

If someone was prepared to do as Mildred's ancestor said,

- maybe it could still work?

- The Stone's gone.

Look, girls.

I think we should leave now.

We don't want to be caught here when it freezes fully.



- Why not?

- Well, I'll explain as we go.

The most important thing is we get away from here.

It's not as if there's anyone left in there.

The bottle's been here for years.

The magic's squeezed to the bottom.

Packed tightly.



- There's a chance, surely?

- With such a tiny spark, we would all have to pool our remaining magic.

But if we do that, then we risk using the last of our magical strength and We could all freeze in the process.

So we stay here and freeze, or we magic ourselves out and freeze? That's about the shape of it.

Girls, every instinct is telling me to send one of you out.

However That will not help whichever of you is left behind, nor Felicity.

I suggest that we send the person best equipped to help Mildred Hubble reignite the Stone.

It's the only way, and you know it.

Miss Cackle is right, Miss Hardbroom.

It has to be you.

And I have to team up with Mildred Hubble to solve this? Yes, Miss Hardbroom.



- A dark day, indeed.



- There's no time to waste.

Good luck, Hecate.

Thank you, Ada.

They're using first names.

Things must be bad.

Whatever tiny bit of magic you can muster up, focus it! By lavender and mustard seed By ancient bark and fresh bindweed By thistle's sprout and rose's bloom Send Miss Hardbroom from this room.

By lavender and mustard seed, By ancient bark and fresh bindweed By thistle's sprout and rose's bloom, Send Miss Hardbroom from this room.

Send Miss Hardbroom from this room.

Send Miss Hardbroom from this room.

It worked.

Hurry up, girls!

- Mildred! Now what?

- It just It feels like we're giving up.

No, we're not.

Now come on.

I need to get you away from here.

But I found out I'm a real witch and I want to be one here, at Cackle's, not anywhere else.

You really think we have a chance anywhere else? We're all associated with the death of a Founding Stone.

What magic school would even touch us? Okay, I shouldn't say this, but there is a place that would have you.

I know of a coven where things are done differently.

Where the Witches' Code does not apply.

All witches are bound by the Code.

I'm talking about free spirits.

Witches that place individuality and creativity above silly rules.

Witches like you, Mildred.

What coven? Where? That doesn't matter right now.

The point is, you would fit in so well.

And your friends, they can come too.

This isn't an ending.

It's a beginning.

Stop! There are witches inside the academy.

We must not leave.

You know what's funny, girls? When I was your age, snow was my favourite thing.

What I loved most was building snow castles.

I'd take hours over one.

My very own academy, you see.

Eventually, of course, the sun would come out.

The castle would melt.

My awful sister would say, "Why did you waste your time on something that you knew wouldn't last?" And I'd say, "It was worth it, Agatha.

For the precious time it was here, it was worth it.

"

- If we go back, we'll all freeze.



- We can't just abandon them! The pupils may depart, Miss Mould.

You and I will return to reignite the Stone, assuming you have found a way.



- We have, but

- But it's too late.

The Stone's gone.

Forever.

Did I mention, Miss Mould, that I checked with Miss Amulet's Academy, and no one had heard of you there, either? Is that really important right now?

- Miss Mould?

- You lied about who you are.

Perhaps you are lying about other things.

Powder paint.

What have you done with the actual Stone, Miss Mould? The best hiding place imaginable.

We will never find it in time.

No, wait.

She couldn't have had long enough to get powder paint from the art room and the Stone from the tower.

She couldn't possibly have been to both places at once.

The Stone is still in the tower, isn't it? Well, well, aren't we smart now we know we're from a witching family? Witching family? Mildred Hubble, wait! Wait! I need you to tell me how to reignite the Stone! Miss Mould! Why are you doing this, Miss Mould? Why all these lies? The coven, that was true.

Oh, you'd love it there, Mildred!

- All you girls would.



- What coven? What are you talking about? Which witch doesn't follow the Code? Agatha.

You're in her coven? Please, Miss Mould, you're making a mistake.

The magic is almost gone in here, mistress.

The spell keeping you trapped will soon fail.

Agatha Cackle is a horrible, selfish witch who cares about no one but herself.

Well, that's what I love about art, Mildred.

We each see the same picture a little differently.

You had this planned all along.



- Free Agatha?

- You mean, is that why I took a job here? Oh, yeah.

And I didn't know how I was going to free her.

But Ethel, she really helped me out of a spot there.

I'm most grateful.

I really thought you were the best teacher.

Well, thank you, Mildred.

But teaching is just a sideline for me.

Maybe when you came here.

Maybe then it was all pretend.

But you were good at teaching, Miss Mould.

You showed us that being a witch isn't just about magic.

It's about imagination, compassion, selflessness, bravery.

Remember in the woods that time? The hypnaphillion day? You taught me that.

Yes, well, that's as maybe I've got to go now.

You know what I love about art? You start off with an idea in your head.

But sometimes, when you draw it, it turns into something else entirely.

Something better than you ever imagined.

That's you, Miss Mould.

Why can't you be proud of that? Mildred, I Miss Mould something's wrong.

The Founding Stone.

Miss Hardbroom, are you alright? I've never been a fan of walking.

I expect I shall get used to it.

Miss Hardbroom? If someone must give up their magic, then that witch will be me.

No, Miss Hardbroom.

This school needs you.

I'll do it.



- Ethel, that's crazy.



- And so not like you.

I don't want to turn out like our awful ancestors.

I caused this.

I need to put this right.

There's no time to argue.

I'd just like to say a few words first.

I undertake this act in the hope that it may make amends for my past actions.

I ask nothing in return.

Only everybody's gratitude.

A video of this to show to my mother, perhaps.

Maybe a new memorial wing in the school, that would be nice.

The main thing is Oh.

Miss Cackle Mildred? Please tell me that's not you in there, Mildred.

This'll do, mistress.

A safe place to wait until the magic completely fails and then you'll be released.

Which will be any minute now.

And then we better run.

Otherwise, we'll freeze, too.

Ten out of ten.

Hmm.

I really thought you were the best teacher.

You showed us that being a witch isn't just about magic.

It's about imagination, compassion, selflessness, bravery.

I don't know what you've done to yourself, young lady, but I know one thing.

You are coming out of there, right now.

Mum! You saved me, Mum! I guess magical ice doesn't mix with non

- magical people.



- Oh, are you okay?

- What are you doing here? Well, when a tiny version of myself tells me to do something, I do it.

Mum, we have a problem.

Oh, no.

I don't think I've got enough hugs to go around.

You can't hug the whole academy, Mum.

There's only one way to save them all.

The same way Mirabelle Hubble saved her coven.



- Mirabelle Hubble?

- An ancient witch.

She saved everyone but she had to give up her magic.

And her daughters, and her daughters, and hers and hers, all the way down to you.

I don't follow.

We are a witching family, Mum.

Just when everything was gonna be different.

The only way to save them is by giving it up.

That's the only way? To not do witch stuff anymore? The way I never got to do witch stuff? Well, Mildred, my life is full of magic.

And I don't need a broomstick for that to be true.

And neither do you.

So we're from a witching family.

What difference does it make? Just because you're a real witch it doesn't make you a better person.

Being a real person is what made you a better witch.

The best witch.

To restore the Stone, I give my magic away And the magic of twelve Who will come another day.

To restore the Stone, I give my magic away And the magic of twelve Who will come another day.

To restore the Stone, I give my magic away And the magic of twelve Who will come another day.

To restore the Stone, I give my magic away And the magic of twelve Who will come another day.

Mildred! No!

- Oh, Mildred, you can't!

- I might have known.

I'm sorry.

It's too late.

Step away from the Stone.

Mildred Hubble.

Thank you.

Undo the magic this girl has done.

Today she will not be the one.

To the Founding Stone, my magic I give And the magic of witches who are yet to live.

My magic.

It's gone.

Oh, wonderful! It does work again.

Millie! Saving the academy is becoming something of a habit for you, is it not, Mildred Hubble? Here comes the Great Wizard now.

Perhaps he will be lenient, as you have already paid such a high price, Miss Mould.

You have lost everything, after all.

Not quite everything.

Mmm! Mmm, yes! Would you like to dance?

- Want some food?

- Surely you're not still sulking? It was my hero moment.

Mine.

I'm actually kind of glad you didn't give up your magic anyway.

And Mother is delighted for Esmerelda.

She's booked the two of them into a witch spa, and I'm going too, because she thinks I might be lonely at home.



- I think I better go dance.



- Me, too.

Don't like the new me, Mildred Hubble? Fine.

The old me is back.

Where've you been? Avoiding Old Mother Hubble here? You don't feel bad that you missed your chance to study here, Mum? Are you kidding me? The tea's awful.

Anyway, I don't go in for all this bloodlines doolally.

I don't think your magic comes from some distant ancestor.

I think it comes from here.

It comes from you.

I don't want to spoil the party.

I will just say that obviously, there is much to be discussed, and consequences to be faced.

But tonight is our night.

Halloween.

Let us celebrate that we are witches.

Let us celebrate that we are, one and all, one big magical family.

Miss Bat! Go on.

Go dance.

So, you are actually from a witching family, Mildred Hubble.

Yes, Miss Hardbroom.

Of course, this changes things between us.

I hope so, Miss Hardbroom.

I shall need to be harder on you than ever.

Come on, let's dance.