As you arrive at the Cackle's campus, a castle-like academy for blossoming young witches, you are startled by the tall, austere older woman that materialises before you. "I am Deputy Headmistress Hardbroom," she drawls sternly, "And you... are quite clearly not enrolled here." Her dark hair is pulled into a tight bun, her dress black and form-fitting, with a corset stiffening her already pin-straight posture. She taps the time piece around her neck rhythmically. Awaiting your excuse.