Another Foxxay story! Called A little bit magic, it's an AU set in Cordelia Foxx and Misty Day's past (3rd season of AHS). Cordelia and Misty are young students in Mrs. Robichaux's Academy, a witchcraft academy placed somewhere in the USA. In the following prologue both characters are 11 years old, but the actual story will be set when they are 16.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to American Horror Story.
PROLOGUE
Cordelia was sitting on the first class car of the train. The four velvet seats were empty. Aunt Myrtle was in the platform, waving at her with a smile on her face. The redhead woman, who was forty years old and had been taking care of the girl for eleven years, was the only motherly figure that Cordelia had. Despite being eccentric and weird, Myrtle had been the one who had taken care of the blonde girl when the girl's mother had dropped her in the orphanage. Cordelia's mother had come to see the girl just once, but Cordelia didn't even remember it. The only thing she had from her mother was a picture and her money, an enormous quantity that she received every month. She felt sad that her mother wasn't there, waving at the girls like all the other women who stood in the platform. But, after all, she never was. Nor the day she had discovered that she was a witch, nor the day she had received her school's letter. Cordelia looked at her suitcase, full of clothes and books. She opened the letter that she kept in her pocket.
MRS. ROBICHAUX'S SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT
Headmistress: Eleanora Robichaux XIII
Dear Mrs. Goode,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Mrs. Robichaux's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Under these lines you have list of all necessary equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your response by no later than 31 July.
CLOTHING
First-year students will require:
1. Winter uniform
2. Summer uniform
3. School's tracksuit
4. Coat for day wear - Black
5. One pair of leather gloves - Black
6. One winter coat – Black
All of the items can be found in Mrs. Please note that all students' clothes should carry name tags.
OTHER EQUIPMENT
Students can also bring, if they desire, a cat (MUST BE DOMESTICATED).
Yours sincerely,
Cecily Pembroke,
Deputy Headmistress
"Excuse me." Cordelia heard from the door. "Is this seat taken?"
"No." Cordelia answered, looking at the girl. She was older than her, of approximately fifteen years old, and had brown skin, green eyes and curly black hair. She sat on the spot opposite to Cordelia. "I'm Annaleah LaFaye, fifth grade."
"Cordelia Goode, first grade."
"Goode? Like professor Goode?"
"Professor Goode?"
"Yeah. She's like the greatest witch ever in the story of the school. She only teaches to the best students of the academy, and being one of her protégées is like being a member of Mensa. You will recognize her when you see her; she overshadows every other teacher in the school. Do you think you could be one of her students? I've been practicing a lot this summer so I can pass her test. She does it to all the girls in the fifth grade, and only two or three actually pass it. It's your first year here?"
"Yes."
"Oh, how cute. Have you practiced for the test?"
"A test?"
"Duh!" the girl said, rolling her eyes. Cordelia looked to her aunt for the last time before the train started to move, the same way the other girl greeted her mother before turning to her and saying "The initial test is what decides in which kind of classes we're going to go. There are three kinds of witches in the school: Black witches, who possess powers related to death; White witches, who have powers related to life; and Element witches, who have skills related to the four elements. I am a black witch, obviously. My powers are Injury Transference and Black Widow. And you?"
"I'm… I'm a potionmaker."
"Oh… okay." Annaleah said, disdain starting to glow in her eyes. Potionmakers weren't a popular kind of witches in the school, for what the older girl's reaction was. "So you're going to be an Element witch… I think I'm going to go to… to the bathr-" A crash was heard in the compartment causing Cordelia to close her eyes and cover her head. Her black cat jumped from the shelf on the girls head, who run away screaming from terror. It wasn't until she saw the girl who had appeared there when she returned to her normal position. The blonde girl was wearing a long, brown dress, and was covering her shoulders with a navy blue shawl, and had an old travel bag in her hands.
"Oh, hi!" she said, looking around her. "Tell me this is the train to the academy, please."
"Yes, for Mrs. Robichaux's."
"Thank God, I thought I'd lost it." the girl said, sitting in one of the seats. "Damn, this feels good. Is this first class? You the rich ones have everything here! I'm Misty, by the way. Is this your cat?" she said, grabbing the feline and putting it on her lap.
"Cordelia Goode. And yes, it's my cat. Her name is Bee. Did you just appear on the train?"
"Kinda… Yeah."
"Oh. It's your first year too?"
"Yeah! It's kinda exciting, don't ya think?"
"I suppose." Cordelia said, looking through the window. "Why aren't you wearing the uniform?"
"I couldn't afford to buy it, so I have to wait until they give me one at the school." Misty said with a smile. "It looks nice, tho." she said. It was a black outfit, with white socks and shirt. "We ain't got to wear that tie, do we?"
"Yes we do."
"Ugh." Misty made with a horrified face. They heard a man's voice from the corridor, asking the girls for their tickets. "Oh, shit! I ain't got a first class ticket."
"What?!"
"Yup, I'm on the economy class. I think I'll have to go before he kicks me outta here. Bye!" she said, before disappearing again. Cordelia sat there, her mouth still open. The girl couldn't believe what had just happened. Her eyes still focused on the seat that Misty had chosen. What a strange girl, she thought to herself.