Fanfiction is a popular genre of writing where fans of a particular work or series create their own stories using the same characters and settings. While most fanfiction can be quite enjoyable to read and explore, there are some examples that are considered to be the worst of the worst. These are the stories that are often cringe-worthy, poorly written, or simply hard to follow. One of the biggest issues with bad fanfiction is its lack of grammar and spelling. Many writers in this category seem to disregard proper sentence structure, punctuation, and basic spelling rules. This can make reading the story extremely difficult and frustrating, as the reader must constantly stop and try to decipher what the writer is trying to say.
This can make reading the story extremely difficult and frustrating, as the reader must constantly stop and try to decipher what the writer is trying to say. Another common problem in bad fanfiction is the portrayal of the characters. Often, writers in this category will completely misinterpret the established personalities and traits of the characters, leading to unrealistic and out-of-character behavior.
The worst winch fanfictoion
Ron looked at the school he had just apparated in front of. It was much smaller than the photos led him to believe. The entire castle could fit inside Gryffindor tower alone. He had known the school was a small one, but he had no idea it was this small. As he approached he looked at the plaque on the stone building. ‘Miss Cackle’s International Academy for Witches’. Yes, this was the place.
He let his stomach settle from the long distance portkey and then went through the main gates. The headmistress here knew Dumbledore and had written asking if he knew of a flight teacher that could substitute at the school while her instructor was taking a year off to have her baby.
He was a bit shocked when Dumbledore had come to him but he had readily agreed. He loved flying and the chance to teach it was too good to pass up. He knew only that this was an all witches school and he was to report to the headmistress, Miss Cackle when he arrived. Other than that, he would learn all else as he went along.
He glanced around the hall as he entered, looking around for a way to find the office he was looking for. This was most defiantly a girls school. He could smell the perfume in the air, and hear giggling in the distance, as he looked back and forth along the hallways.
Trying to get his bearings, he looked from one side to the other. The halls were narrower allowing for movement in both directions, but for a tall, broad man like him he nearly took up the whole corridor. Howarts halls were large enough for huge groups to move without crowding. There were some places he didn’t risk venturing at all, little staircases he could only assume lead to dorms and just wide enough for a single line of little bodies to navigate. This castle must have been built with females and children in mind. As large in stature as he had become as an adult, he found himself feeling like Hagrid trying to maneuver around.
“Are you lost?” He turned and found a witch looking at him. She had pitch black hair and a pale face. Her thick black eyeliner, and dark red lipstick gave her a customary appearance of the gothic witch, and from her smile and expression she enjoyed it. She reminded him a little of Tonks but with a darker character, and a lot more eyeliner. She was wearing a black pleated skirt and knee high boots. Her black sweater covered a dark red dress shirt.
“In a manner of speaking. I’m looking for Miss Cackle’s office.” He told her.
“Oh, that’s this way. I’ll show you.” He moved beside her down as hallways. “Are you the flight teacher?” She asked.
“Yes, I’m Ron Weasley.” He said offing a hand.
“I’m Mildred Hubble. I teach chanting. Have you taught before?” She asked, as they rounded a corner, Ron falling back for more room.
“No, I coach quidditch for kids during the summers, and then train professionals during the school season, so this is my first assignment as far as teaching goes.” He glanced around. “This is a much smaller school then I thought.” He said.
“How big was yours?” She asked. Ron let her pass in front of him down one of the hallways that was lined with black lockers. Various stickers and ribbons decorated some of them.
“This whole school could fit in a corner with room to spare. We used a massive castle in Scotland, but then again we taught boys and girls for about two or three years longer.”
“Scotland? Near Wiltshire?” They turned and looked at the voice behind them. A very elegantly dressed woman was smiling at him. She wore her floor length dress with a grace befitting someone who grew up with money and lots of it. Ron knew that look right away, he had seen it on Malfoy in their younger years. Malfoy matured and became a fair man, and as luck would have it a good friend. This woman still wore the ‘I’m-better-than-you” look and it automatically irritated him.
“No, near Hogsmeade.” He told her. The way she grinned at him was making him decidedly uncomfortable. He would have to watch himself very carefully with this one.
“Are you here on business?” She asked taking a step forward. She was all but ignoring Mildred and to Ron it was disrespectful. He had been ignored in his life many times, and it was a major pet peeve with him. This woman had managed to earn his loathing in about two sentences.
“Yes, I’m here to see Miss Cackle.” He said.
“I’d be happy to show you the way.” She smiled and moved forward slipping an arm through his.
“No, thank you,” he said removing his arm, “we are well on our way.” He turned his back, ignoring her shocked look and they resumed walking. When they were safely away he spoke to Mildred. “What on earth was that?”
She let out a laugh that was filled with mirth. “That was the infamous Ethel Hallow. We were in the same graduating class when I was a student here.”
“I take it she hasn’t changed much from the example I just saw.” Ron ventured as they came to a stop near a set of staircases.
“When we were students she had an attitude like none other. Always top in everything, always there when a teacher needed her and never missing an opportunity to ridicule those she thought worthy of it.” Her face carried a telling expression, one he was very familiar with.
“One of them being you?” He asked.
“Oh yes, me more than anyone. When I was honored by the Grand Wizard she was chastised in front of the whole school by him. He never named her individually, but everyone knew who he was talking about. If she hated me before then, it was nothing to what she felt afterward.” She didn’t really smile as she spoke, so it must have been nice, but it was plain that other events had overshadowed it over the years.
“I know a few of those as well.” Ron said. “There were plenty at Hogwarts.”
“Oh yes, the best marks, always knew her potions and flying, always a tattle tale to the worst extent. Her father was on the board of wizards, her family always had money, she had the best of everything and flaunted it.” Ron suddenly had a flashback to his own years at Hogwarts. “I used to care about it but since then I’ve learned to think differently. I think it rattles her bones that I don’t care anymore.” They shared a laugh at the thought.
“No doubt it does,” he agreed, “is she a teacher too?”
“No, she’s assisting the potions teacher here while earning credits for her own potions mastery.”
“Excuse me?” They looked up to see an older witch in the open door. She was short and squat and reminded him of Professor Sprout, but more pulled together. Her neatly coiffed hair didn’t carry the wild curls, but rather swirled in an elegant up do on her head. Her robes were dark green and she had years of experience showing in her face. Her smile was warm and approachable and Ron returned it with eagerness.
“Miss Cackle, this is Mr. Weasley. The flight instructor you were waiting for.” Mildred introduced him and saw the older witch smile even brighter.
“Thank you Miss Hubble. Mr. Weasley, did you have any trouble finding the school?” She asked approaching and offering a hand.
“No, I found it right away, thank you. Miss Hubble was kind enough to make sure I didn’t get lost in the halls.” He said shaking the old and wrinkled hand. She must have been older then Dumbledore, although she also had that same accepting look that his own headmaster wore.
“Good, then we can go over a few things before the evening meal.” Ron ventured into her office and was briefed on where he would be staying, the layout of the school, and given a map. Right away he noticed differences with his own school. Dorms housed at least six beds, where Hogwarts grouped four to a room. The bathrooms were shared, with rows of sinks and showers. Showers at Hogwarts were in each room, letting the four men or women work out their own schedule, then there were lavatories on most levels. Lockers held their school books and most studying was done in the library, which would be a sad disappointment to Hermione. It wasn’t nearly large enough to house what Hogwarts considered suitable for their curriculum. It would appear that most schoolwork was done in their rooms where desks were shared. It all seemed rather crowded to Ron, but he said nothing.
He was also given the schedule of the school, including other classes and what he was required to teach in his own, which brought up an interesting point. “Miss Cackle, this part is something I’m not familiar with. We don’t teach cats to right on broomsticks, I’m not sure I could do it with any accuracy.”
“I appreciate your honesty Mr. Weasley, but teaching a cat to fly on a broom is more a means to build a connection between witch and familiar. All you need to do is tell the girls to bond with their cat and riding together will come naturally. Cats just need to be made comfortable with their witch and they will be comfortable in the broom.” She explained. It seemed simple enough, and from the tone of her voice, it was clear that he could come to her if he had questions.
His class sizes would be miniscule compared to Hogwarts and Ron found it a comfort. His first attempt at teaching and the last thing he needed was mass amounts of students. Being out on the field would also help. He didn’t think he had the personality to stand before rows of students and lecture. He would be teaching by demonstration and practical methods. It was the best way to learn about flying.
Since there were no houses, Ron would have to maintain control in his own way. Usually students behaved, not out of respect for teachers, but merely to keep from losing house points or to prevent rival houses from earning points first. Miss Cackle told him the standard warnings used by most teachers, but for the most part the students were well behaved. He hoped these girls didn’t prove to be too much for him. Ginny had told him that girls can be even more calculating and vindictive then men at times.
He walked with Miss Cackle to what could be considered the Great Hall, but to Ron it was the size of large classroom. He highly doubted he would get used to a small school as well as small classes, but he was a Gryffindor dammit, and he would figure it out.
As he made his way toward the staff table, he soon became aware of every young ladies eyes on him. They had heard a new teacher would be taking over while Miss Spellbinder was having her baby, but they didn’t know it would be a man and they didn’t know he would be a young man. Ron suddenly wondered if he had made a mistake taking this job, when he heard a sigh or two.
He approached the table where Ethel Hallow immediately stood. “Have a seat Mr. Weasley.” She said gesturing to the empty chair beside her. He looked off and found Mildred stifling her laugh into a napkin.
“I’m sorry but I agreed to meet Mildred for dinner, thanks anyway.” She opened her mouth to respond but he had moved away already walking towards Mildred.
“You managed an escape.” She said as he took a seat.
“Yes, I did.” He said taking a seat and reaching for his menu.
“You know, Ethel over there isn’t the only one with eyes on you.” Her wicked little grin was cute as she batted her eyes.
He blushed, thinking that the students hadn’t been so obvious, but he was wrong. He looked at the menu in front of him and taped his wand on his selection. He took a sip of pumpkin juice as his food appeared. Before he could tuck in he felt a presence behind him and turned.
He nearly choked on his juice as he looked at the woman who was staring down at him. For a moment he thought it was Snape but the breasts in his view proved it him wrong. This woman was the female version of him no doubt. Just as straight laced and in black robes and as stiff in posture as he had been. Her black hair was done up around her pale face in an elegance that matched her carefully applied makeup, but the expression was a match for him, even though she had traces of what might be considered a smile. She also had the same intimidating stance and glare. Just like Snape, this was one who demanded attention.
“You are Mr. Weasley I presume.” Her rolled R’s gave her the air of a high bred witch, but if Weasley learned anything in his life it was to not let a mere image rattle him.
He stood to his full height, facing her head on and offered a hand. “Yes I am. And you are?” He asked, his voice calm and firm.
“Miss Hardbroom,” she answered taking his hand, “I trust Miss Cackle gave you the information you needed.”
“Yes she has.” He said, in the most polite fashion imaginable while keeping his resolve firm.
“Very good. Miss Cackle has no doubt left no unanswered questions.” She said.
“No, she was very thorough.” He said with a smile, although he wondered why a fellow teacher would question if the headmistress didn’t give him everything he needed. When he saw her companion he decided it must be an excuse to approach him. It seemed useless though, since all she had to do was introduce herself, but he said nothing.
“I had offered to show Mr. Weasley the school, Miss Hardbroom.” Ethel Hallow said from behind her. When did she get there so fast? He didn’t see her approach with Hardbroom, but then again she seemed the sneaky sort. She would have been sorted into Slytherin as quickly as Draco had been.
“Oh, a marvelous idea. Miss Hallow knows the school inside and out.” Miss Hardbroom agreed. Ron could only grin at the pair. Oh yes, he knew a teacher’s pet and an ass kisser when he saw one. These two were on the same brain waves, but he wasn’t about to be cornered.
“Thank you, but if I need to know anything, I‘m sure Mildred can fill me in.” He said with a smile and a nod at the witch who was still sitting.
Hardbroom looked down at Mildred with a sneer. “Oh you needn’t bother her, when Ethel here is more than willing to give you a tour. She was a top student after all.”
Ron lost his smile and glared at the woman. Her own expression changed as well when she saw his frown. “Seeing as how I myself was a less then promising student in most areas I don’t see how that would make for interesting conversation. Mildred can show me around the castle just fine, and I would prefer it that way.” He said maintaining his glare as he spoke. His look worked and Miss Hardbroom gave him a nod then gestured to Ethel to come and sit with her.
“Miss Hardbroom, what do you teach?” Ron asked as she moved away.
“Potion brewing.” She answered.
“I thought so.” He said then took his seat. Hardbroom and Ethel looked confused for a moment then continued on their way. He took up his fork. “Is there one in every school?” He muttered under his breath.
“One what?” Mildred asked.
“Never mind.” He said and began his meal. “I’m going to have to keep an eye out for Hardbroom and Hallow.” The phrase sent Mildred giggling again. Ron wondered if he had made a big mistake in taking the job.
A/N: The Worst Witch was my favorite movie when I was a kid and it was so much fun to write this. Please R&R, especially if you have seen the film already, or checked it out on youtube.
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“Oh, a marvelous idea. Miss Hallow knows the school inside and out.” Miss Hardbroom agreed. Ron could only grin at the pair. Oh yes, he knew a teacher’s pet and an ass kisser when he saw one. These two were on the same brain waves, but he wasn’t about to be cornered.
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