It was three in morning and Cordelia found herself lying in the bed, not sleeping but not awake; perfectly aware of the things around her. That night she had found herself unable to sleep; no matter the blankets she piled atop herself, her hands were always cold and always shaking, and yet she could feel the sweat rolling down her spine. Dressed with her white nightgown, she finally went downstairs and headed to the greenhouse. She didn't bother to turn the light, she didn't need to see anything to know where the herbal infusion that she needed was. She opened one of the cupboards and grabbed a small bottle. It was then when she heard a soft breathing on the room. She moved her head, trying to not to make a noise. Maybe it's some cat that has entered through the window, she thought. She heard the breathing again, this time followed by a snore. Wait, was that a snore? Not scared anymore, she walked to the door and turned on the light. At first she found herself alone in the room, but then she saw the person sleeping behind the rosebushes. Cordelia saw the witch's blonde curls on the pillow, her angelical face facing the wall. Her gorgeous body was covered with a tiny dirty blanket that Cordelia remembered putting in the laundry basket two days ago. She moved aside some of the plants that rested on the floor and kneeled next to the woman.
"Misty." she whispered, touching the woman's shoulder. Cordelia felt the woman shivering, her skin as cold as ice. The witch responded with a soft groan, still asleep. "Misty."
"Huh?" the witch muttered. Feeling a warm hand on her shoulder, she finally suddenly opened her eyes and saw the headmistress. "Cordelia? What time is it? What are you doing here?"
"It's three in the morning. But what are you doing sleeping here? God, you must be freezing." she said, taking off her the dressing gown and putting it around the witch's shoulders before pulling her close and hugging her. Misty rested her head on the woman's shoulder.
"I couldn't sleep anywhere else." the girl whispered.
"Why?"
"I don't… I don't have any room. Since the young girl came back and got her room again, I-"
"But that was a week ago." Cordelia exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise as she pulled away, her hands still resting on the swamp witch's shoulders. "Oh Goodness, have you been sleeping here for a week?"
"Uh, yes." She admitted with a shameful tone, looking down to her lap.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want to annoy you."
"Misty, you could never annoy me. C'mon, you'll sleep with me tonight."
"What?"
"I'm not going to let you sleep here another night, Misty. You're coming to my room until we fix this." Cordelia said, standing up and stretched out her hand to the other witch, who grabbed it and followed the headmistress. None of them spoke a word, even when they got to the big, white colored bedroom that Cordelia owned. Misty had been there before, but never when the room was in complete darkness. With silence still flooding the room, Cordelia made Misty lay down and tucked the still half-asleep woman on the bed. She made her way around the bed and lay next to the witch, covering her body with the white sheets. She suddenly felt the other woman moving close to her, putting her arm over Cordelia's body and touching the woman's hip with her hand. Cordelia replied by hugging the witch against her body and kissing Misty's forehead.
"Goodnight, Miss Cordelia."
"Goodnight, Misty."