02x12 - All Hallow's Eve

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This is all your fault, Mildred Hubble.

If you hadn't turned up, everything would have been fine.

You have a lot to answer for.

You really do.

That's the Founding Stone.

I mean, was the Founding Stone.



- You've k*lled it.



- Well, technically, you've k*lled it! You tricked me into coming! I didn't want my magic back.



- Not like this.



- But what does it mean? When a Founding Stone dies?

- Well, nobody knows what happens.



- It can't be that bad.

Haven't you read your Witches' Code, Mildred Hubble? A Founding Stone must be kept alive.

Always.

That's lesson one.

Then, Esmerelda, don't you really think you should put the magic back?

- Now, hold on a minute

- She only just got her magic again.



- And it feels so good.



- See, I told you.

But it doesn't belong to you.

You're right.

But, Esmerelda! Your powers have gone, Your powers have flown, I share with you my powers, O, gracious Stone.

I share with you my powers, O, gracious Stone! It's not working.

Okay.

Well, let's not panic here.

Whoa! Can we panic now? Halloween is hardly a happy occasion.

More a time for solemn reflection and gratitude for our magical gifts.

I couldn't fit that on the banner.

Still no sign of Sybil.

I hope she's okay.

Mildred will take care of it.

Relax.

It's a holiday.

This is going to be the biggest and best Halloween we've ever had.

Formal robes and hats will be worn, of course.

Normally, Hecate, I'd be right behind you, but after the term we've had, I think the girls need to let off steam.

That's why I'm allowing trick

-or

-treat.



- What?

- Yes, as tradition dictates.

The pupils are permitted to play magical tricks on the teachers without fear of reprisals.

Without fear? And I think there might be a trick coming up right now.



- Miss Cackle, do you like our pumpkin?

- It's wonderful.

And I think it looks a little like Miss Hardbroom.

I do not see a resembla How! What Miss Hardbroom is trying to say, is marvellous trick.

Miss Cackle, Miss Hardbroom, come and look at the tree.

It was supposed to say "Happy Halloween.

" Come on! At last.



- What have you been doing up there?

- No time to explain.

Esme, Sybil, you go back to the Great Hall.

Act as normally as you possibly can.

We're going to fix a Founding Stone.

How do you propose to fix anything? You're not from a witching family.



- You're not even a real witch.



- Ethel! Mildred is trying to save you from being expelled.



- Say sorry.



- Sorry.

Ethel.

Sorry! Okay.

We have the entire history of witchcraft in the library.

There has to be a clue.

Somebody, somewhere, must have reignited a Founding Stone.

Wait! Our bedtime story.

Sybil, it's not exactly the time.

The story that Mother used to tell.

Don't you remember? Of course! There was a witch from a long time ago, and And an evil wizard who took the magic from her Founding Stone.



- But saved her coven.



- By reigniting the Stone.

Brilliant! How? Mother never said.

Because it's a fairy story, Sybil.

It didn't actually happen.

That's not what Mother used to say at the end, is it? Isn't it? I don't remember.

You two probably got a longer story than I did.

What did your mother say? That her mother told her, what her mother told her

- That the story was true.



- And the witch was a Hallow.

Which helps us how, exactly? It's not as if we can ask Granny Hallow from long ago how to fix a Founding Stone.

Can't we? Come on! Are you absolutely sure you didn't get the spell wrong? This is me you're talking to.

We have to find that pumpkin before it gets us into real trouble.

Halloween or not.

Whee! Come on!

- What are we doing here?

- These are our family trees.

They've grown.

Maybe the Hallow from long ago is in there.

One problem, "clever cloak.

" The little people on the tree are holograms.

They can't speak.

You wait, and what do you know? Three come at once.

And that narky one at work, she doesn't care.

And now, she thinks I've overslept.

And all because one time, I told her I'd done a late

- night Gardeners' World binge

- watch.

Mum? Oh, Mildred! Oh, you should've told me you were coming, I'd have dusted the leaves.

The little people can speak!

- But how is that possible?

- Who cares, worrywart, if it helps me? Mum, are there others on the tree talking? Like you wouldn't believe.

You want to hear your gran going on about her greenfly problem.

Yes! Excuse me, but could the Hallow who reignited the Founding Stone please show yourself? I said, please show yourseeeeeelf! Wait! Wait! Is there anything you can't turn into a complete boil

- and

- bubble? Oh! Miss Hardbroom, were you considering a costume for the festivities? Miss Mould, I realized today that we still had not received references from your former school, so I contacted them.

On Halloween, too? Such commitment, Miss Hardbroom.

And it is strange because they seem not to have heard of you.

Not heard of me? At Amulet's? You said Miss Amethyst's.

Oh, no.

No, no, you see, there's your mistake.

I was at Amulet's.

So, you were telling me? Costume? Remember, not a word.

Not even to Beatrice and Clarice.

I'm not going to blab about breaking the Founding Stone to the first person I see, am I? Oh, look! What is it? It's magical residue, of course.

It's from the dust the little witches are made of.



- Yes!

- Yes! Look, there's more!

- Hello?

- What? I'm busy.

Pardon me, but how busy can you be inside a tree stump? When you are the greatest witch of your generation, pig

- hair, perchance I shall answer your questions! She's definitely your ancestor.

I think you're my great

- great

- great

- grandmother.

You? My descendant? You, who look like a witch more pasty than an unripened turnip? We need to know if you reignited the Founding Stone.

If a Hallow witch you be, know you the recipe for cursing yon neighbour's goat, yes? Uh

- I don't think

- We don't do a lot of goat cursing.

Well, then you must do as I do.



- Cheat!

- Cheat? Call yourself a Hallow? I cheat always.

Even on ye Academy entrance test.

If thou wish to be the greatest witch of your generation, then you must cheat also.



- Okay.

But about the Founding Stone?

- It wasn't me.

Ask my mother.

Well, she had nice warts.

I'm giving you a chance here.

You are lucky that it was me that overheard you and not Miss Hardbroom.

Right, well if you won't talk to me about it, maybe you'll talk to her.

The Founding Stone is dead.



- It was all my fault.



- It was my fault.

Actually, it was Ethel's fault.

Where is the Stone now? It's in the I don't think you want to go near.

There was ice spreading from it.

But Mildred Hubble thinks there's a way to fix it.

Alright, then.

Where is she? Be careful.

I've told you before about levitation spells.



- We should have brought a broomstick.



- No rush or anything.

I think I see where the trail goes! Great

-Great

-Great

-Great

-Grandma Hallow, by any cha

- Who wants to know?

- Your descendant.

Hmm.

You do look like me.

We need to know if you're the witch who reignited the Founding Stone.



- No.



- Really? I be a witch most excellent, however.

Want to know what did I when my coven got too big for their bearskin boots? Turned them all into toads, every last one! But that's horrid.

Indeed! Horribly horrid! You know where we'd find your mother? Don't want to know.

Never appreciated my talents, that one.



- Now what?

- I can't see any more trails.

We have to keep looking.

I'm not giving up till we've found every one of your ancestors, Ethel.

Great.

Sorry, Mr.

Rowan

- Webb, but did you see a pumpkin run in here? Hmm.

Nice try.

Mr.

Rowan

- Webb? Oh, you're going to have to come up with something much What? I only used an extra hair of wolf.

Mr.

Rowan

- Webb, I don't think it's your fault.

I think something strange is happening.

What do you mean, strange? Like magic is going wrong somehow.



- Nearly got me.



- Sir?

- Fantastic trick.

Well done, you two.



- Sir, this is not a trick.



- Hee, hee, hee!

- Clarice, come on! Outstanding work.

Of course, you will be tidying up before Miss Hardbroom sees? And with the festivities upon us, how are you feeling, Miss Cackle? I can't wait for the jollity to begin.

What about you, Miss Hardbroom? Are you excited about Halloween? When I was a young witch, we simply lit ceremonial fires for Halloween and we were happy.

Miss Cackle, may I have a word? I have a rather pressing concern.

Miss Cackle! There's something wrong with the academy.



- It's like the magic's broken.



- Absurd.

Magic cannot break.

Who turned Felicity into a pot plant? Beatrice, Clarice, this must have taken considerable planning.

Oh, Esmerelda.

So wonderful to see you.

I trust things are going well in your new non

- magical life? It's not quite as you'd expect.

Miss Cackle, my concerns are not Halloween

- related.

Change her back.

And do not enjoy yourselves whilst doing it.

Miss Hardbroom, this is not a trick!

- Sybil, you're okay!

- Which is great.

But also, if you're behind all this, then I am never speaking to you again.

Behind what?

- What did you mean the magic's broken?

- It's gone completely haywire.

But there's no way that can happen.

Is there? This is pointless.

Let's face it, I'm finished at the academy and I have no one to blame but myself.

You were trying to help your sister.

I was not.

I was trying to help myself.

I'm just like my horrible ancestors, aren't I? I was just standing there, thinking "they're just awful," and then I realized that must be how people see me.

Ethel, no.

Not all the time, anyway.

I've heard "horrible," but never "awful.

" I have.

Cheating in exams, turning rivals into toads.

That's so me.

But you don't have to be that way.

If I could just put things right.

If I could stay at the academy, then I really would change.

I'd put others first.

I'd even be a friend to you, Mildred Hubble.

But it doesn't matter now, 'cause we've lost the only little witch that can help us.

We're never going to find her.

Well, you girls are in a spot.



- Miss Mould?

- Wibbling withershins.

Don't worry.

I'm here to help.

Uh, no disrespect, Miss Mould, but you're the art teacher.

Yes, and people are a bit sniffy about it.

But you see, art gives you a wonderful eye for detail.

I think I see what you're looking for! Toenails curl, eyebrows itch, Change her back into a witch.



- You have got your magic back.



- Yes, but it's not working right.

You see? It has to be because of that Founding Stone thing.

We can't know that.

Have you looked in the Hall recently? Amazing, girls! Best trick

- or

- treating ever! Ada, what are we to do about Miss Mould's references? I'm sure it will be some simple misunderstanding.

Let's not allow it to spoil Halloween.

Sybil, something very bad is happening here.

I mean You have to tell the teachers.

Whatever the cost to your sister.

She's right, Esme.

Miss Cackle, I really don't think these are tricks.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you joining in with the spirit of the occasion, Esmerelda.

I'm telling the truth.

I have my magic back.

Look.

Leaf of oak and acorn shell, Turn this apple into a bell.

I really thought you'd accepted this, dear.

Miss Cackle, honestly, the magic I do not want to see or hear one more silly prank about broken magic.

Strange.

My magic has never failed me before.

I think your little witch is up there.

I'll whizz up.

Or not.

Ah, of course! Without a fully functioning Founding Stone, the magic's misfiring.

That's why the tiny witch holograms are talking too.

How are we gonna get up there if we can't trust our broomsticks? Well, there is a way.

I know you said your sister couldn't recharge the Stone, but an experienced witch might be able to do it long enough that the magic works properly.

That'll give you a chance to fly up there safely.

You'd do that for us? The Founding Stone's at the top of the tower.

Good luck.

So Who's crazy enough to go up? Silence.

I'm afraid that I must announce that the festivities are cancelled.



- What?

- You can't do that! I know it's disappointing, but information has come to light, concerning a problem with the Founding Stone.

How many of you have experienced unusual magical activity today? I just spend the last hour with a stuffed crust.

The academy is freezing up! The whole tower is covered in ice! Already? Then it's worse than we'd feared.

All girls must leave the academy immediately.

Without using magic.



- That goes for teachers too!

- Come along, now.

I shall meet you in the potions lab.

This is a dark day, Hecate.

Perhaps the darkest.

Mrs.

Hallow

- ww! Mrs.

Hallow, please be the one who reignited the Founding Stone.



- That is I.



- It is? Oh, that's wo Sorry.

The magic was supposed to be working properly for five minutes.

Anyway, how did you ever How did you reignite the Founding Stone? None of your business.

Please! You're fading! You're here because the magic is going wrong.

We don't know how long it will last before you go forever! Listen, you nasty old crone.

I'm your great

-great

-great

-great

-great great

-great

-great

-great

-granddaughter and it's your fault your entire family is so mean.

Me included! Now, do something nice for once.

Start talking! Now! I didn't reignite the Stone.

I just Well, I took the credit.

That's it girls, you know the score.

Straight down the mountain in an orderly fashion.

There's really nothing at all to worry about.

Come on, girls.

Ethel? That's Ethel.

Esme, don't leave me on my own.

Hurry up, girls.

Come on, please.

Please.

Keep moving, girls.

I want a calm, quick evacuation.

You'll be thanking me soon for all those cross

- country runs.

Miss, we should have said something earlier, but, we didn't want to get anyone into trouble So we didn't tell you that Sybil's still up there.

Her sisters, too.



- I'll go back for them.



- Oh, no, dear! No, Miss Cackle and Miss Hardbroom are still on duty.

And they're sensible girls.

I'm sure they'll make their way down safely.

A school song, I think, don't you? Ready! Onward, ever striving onward Proudly on our brooms we fly Are all the pupils out? I've sent out messenger bats to alert the parents.

Good.

I wouldn't want to frighten the girls with the real extent of the crisis.

You have been asked to leave! Miss Hardbroom, I'm sorry, but we can't.

We know what's going on.

Ethel Hallow and Mildred Hubble are trying to sort this out by themselves.

Mildred Hubble.

I know a story when I see one.

This is a story.

All of you, leave.

Now.

Miss Cackle, I don't understand.

We're abandoning the academy? Wherever the ice reaches, magic will no longer work.

If it fills the whole academy, this will become a magical black spot.

Magic will never work here, ever again.

If you wish to remain witches, go!

- It's locked.



- Stand aside.

Alright, then I shall simply I am unable to depart.

Miss Cackle.

Miss Hardbroom.

Please! There must be somebody up there.

Great job, Mildred.

Ethel was right.

You're not a proper witch, and you never will be.

Is that what you think?

- Because you look like a witch to me.



- You haven't faded.

The magic is stronger where I come from, at the top of the tree.

Top?

- Who are you?

- The one you've been searching for.

You're never the witch who reignited the Founding Stone?

- Oh, yes, that's me.



- It is? That's fantastic! I'm not so sure.

That's why I did not tell you earlier.

Reigniting the Stone is the burden I am forced to carry.

Burden? But Mrs.Hallow's story you saved your coven.

- I'm not from the Hallows' tree.

- What? But you must be.

The only other family tree is Your tree.

I'm Mirabelle.

Mirabelle Hubble.

- Hubble?

- You're my descendant, Mildred.

And everything you've ever believed about yourself is wrong.