"You will be perfect next time, will you not, Constance?" She grits her teeth and grunts back, "Yes." "Yes, Mistress Broomhead." the elder witch says, backhanding Constance across the face, her ring leaving a deep gouge in the younger witch's face. "Yes, Mistress Broomhead." -/ Constance Hardbroom has to learn how to fight for herself.
Rated: T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 5,916 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Published: 9/8 - C. Hardbroom, H. Broomhead - Complete