Miss Hardbroom stood at the front of the classroom, her stern expression faltering as she faced the small group of young exchange students—ages ranging from 3 to 7. It was unlike anything she was used to.

One little girl tugged at her sleeve, holding up a picture she had drawn. "Is this good, Miss?"

Miss Hardbroom glanced down, stiff for a moment. "It's... adequate," she said, her voice softer than usual, clearly unsure how to handle the tiny witches before her.