"For heaven's sake Delia. Why don't you put down those damn plants." The reigning Supreme said as she held tightly a glass of whiskey in her hand, entering her daughter's haven. "All you're doing is wasting your time." Fiona stated curtly as she took a rather large gulp of her whiskey.
Cordelia's body stiffened at the sound of her mother's voice behind her. Oh how that voice could make her blood boil. Cordelia wondered how many children could say that about their mother and not feel an ounce of regret. The headmistress sighed heavily before turning around to face the woman who had not only given her life but, made it more miserable every passing day. "And just why do you waste your breath on me when you know you don't really care?" She inquired with her voice rising with each word.
Before answering back the Supreme brought her free hand with her well-manicured nails to the side of her face right above her lips. "Oh I care." She replied in an almost calm voice bringing her hand down. "I care that you are wasting your powers here." Fiona continued this time with her voice raised in a stern manner. "On these 'herbs.'' She said plucking a leaf off a nearby plant harshly. She then let out a cruel chuckle and dropped the leaf to the floor. "You might as well not have powers at all."
That last statement drove Cordelia to the edge. She was growing so tired of her mother pushing her around. Cordelia had lived her life pretty much alone and without her mother and she sure as hell could live without her. How sweet that day would be. A life without Fiona ever. The headmistress slammed her hand down on the table on the side of her and stood up. "God damn it Fiona! Do one of us have to be dead for you to finally leave me the hell alone? And it's clear that you aren't going anywhere. So it might as well be me!" She said almost yelling at the woman in front of her.
These words sparked something in Fiona, but of course she wouldn't show it. It would just show weakness in her and she wouldn't have that. The blonde Supreme finished off her whiskey in one swallow. Only to raise her glass up towards her daughter. "Damn right I'm not going anywhere." And with that Fiona left to go back to the main house. Once back and alone in the kitchen she slammed the glass down and poured more whiskey into it. Fiona leaned against the cabinet replaying Cordelia's last sentence in her head. "So it might as well be me!" Those words brought some kind of defeat to Fiona. Deep, deep down she knew she was a horrible mother. A mother her sweet Cordelia didn't deserve, but what she told herself was that there was nothing she could do to change that. So they just had to deal with it, but that was just something Fiona told herself. Cordelia's words not only brought feelings that Fiona didn't like. It brought back a painful memory. A memory where she almost lost her Delia.