Hannah the Witch (3)

“Watch out, Hannah, how many times have I told you?”
'Sorry, Miss Brussels sprouts, 'says Hannah. “I just don't like cooking.”
“Cooking class is very important and very useful for a lazy witch like you. At the end of this year, you're taking the exam. Then you need to choose a direction. If all my students were so easy, they would never learn anything.”
“At least I won't be a cooking witch, “grunts Hannah.
“I'm happy if you don't let the soup boil over. Watch the pan and make sure that the fire does not go out.
“Yes, miss.”
Alana raises her hand. “I'm already done, miss.”
“Very well, Alana, maybe you can help Hannah with her soup. Then she can learn something from you.”
“I can do it very well myself.” Grumbling Hannah stirs with a large spoon in the soup.
Left and right are all kinds of jars with herbs and powders. Without looking, Hannah throws everything in the pan. An apple, a couple of eggs, two carrots, three onions and a head of lettuce.
Out of the pan come grumbling noises. She's secretly starting to like it. She throws some in, stirring a little and raising the fire a little higher. A bottle of red wine, a little vinegar, a pack of milk, some hot peppers and half a loaf of bread. Not to mention some sugar, butter and flour and mustard. Then the lid goes on.
Hannah proudly looks at the steaming cauldron. A fragrant aroma tickles her nose. I'm sure I'll get a good grade for that, she thinks. She looks around the class and looks up Nikki. He's busy baking a cake.
“Shall I help you with the dough?” Asks Hannah. “My soup is almost ready. It will be a great surprise for the teacher when she sees how well I've done.”
Nikki's mouth is falling open. Her eyes are getting big. “The kettle, Hannah, your soup!” She points.
Hannah turns around. 'No, no, no, that's not allowed! '
The kettle is jumping on the fire. He stomps and blows and starts whistling. Very high, like a songbird. Or, actually, a screaming bird. The lid dances and shoots into the air with a blow. Blue-gray puffs steam out of the pan. A white head creeps over the edge. Small bubbles fly out of the cauldron and pop into the air.
The kids in the classroom look terribly at the dancing soup pot. Hannah's afraid to look. A brief silence follows. Everyone holds their breath.
Then hell bursts loose. The pan explodes, and a mushy mush spreads throughout the space. The girls run screaming through the classroom as they get hit by the dirty soup particles.
Miss Brussels sprouts try to keep order, but she gets run over. Hannah quickly crawls under a table. Between her legs running past, she recognizes Nikki and she pulls her in.
It takes a long time for the rest to come back. The damage is enormous. Hardly anyone has escaped the soup mess. Miss Brussels sprouts is the worst part of it. Her clothes are torn. Her hair is confused and she is covered from bottom to top under a thick layer of soup mud.
Hannah already knows what time it is. That'll be even longer detention.