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Cordelia was only 13 when her mother sent her to live in Miss Robichaux Academy of Exceptional Youth with her aunt Myrtle Snow to learn and perfect her powers.
The truth is that Fiona Goode never wanted to be a mother, always too selfish to devote her time to someone other than herself, Cordelia had always been secondary in her life, and no matter how much Cordelia tried, she was never good enough to her mother. So it was no surprise to Cordelia when one Sunday morning Fiona came into her room and told her to pack her bags.
Life at the Academy began very difficult, despite the affection of Myrtle, it was very difficult for Cordelia to make friends. She arrived in the middle of the school year, so by then the girls had already met and had already formed their groups, none of them made an effort to try to include Cordelia so she kept quiet and spent most of her time alone.
Cordelia did not want to reveal who her mother was since she knew how much it influenced the way she would be treated. Some would approach for interest while others were simply angry at her, they would say she was getting some kind of special treatment even though Cordelia had done nothing to justify such ideas.
Three years have passed and in that time, Cordelia found that the best part of the Academy was the greenhouse, Cordelia spent most of her time there. While living her mother she could never devote herself to herbs and her potions, her mother said they were not important things and that the daughter of the Supreme should not waste her time on it. In those three years, her mother sent postcards and presents, but she did not visit her once. Meanwhile, news circulated that the Suprema Fiona was in Paris,or London, living her life at parties and love affairs, totally neglecting her obligations to the Coven.
For three years she managed to hide her mother's identity, it was not a very difficult task since she spent most of her time alone and the teachers respected her decision to remain anonymous. Now 16 years old Cordelia no longer missed her mother and had become accustomed to being alone, everything went well until Christmas morning.
That morning Cordelia came down for breakfast the way she always did, but when she got to the kitchen, she realized they were all whispering and looking at her, there were some girls near Myrtle's office, and suddenly Cordelia smelled cigarette and whiskey, a mix she did not feel for a long time and at that moment she knew that her mother was there.