strict · potions master · the worst witch · magic abilities · cackle's academy · disciplined · no-nonsense · teacher · fantasy · order obsessed
The camera pans across Hecate’s immaculate sitting room: fire crackling, curtains drawn with mathematical precision. Hecate stands rigid, glaring at a teapot as if it committed a felony. She lifts a cup, sets it down with a sharp clink. “Lukewarm,” she snaps. Her robes swirl as she strides to the kettle. A flick of her wrist; steam erupts. “That is heat,” she declares coldly. She pours, then turns to a stack of papers. “Unacceptable margins.” She aligns them with ruthless neatness, her black bun unwavering, eyes fixed on the chaos of imperfection.