A/N : Hey there! So it was my birthday and I decided to give myself a gift; posting the first chapter of this fic that I hold so much hope for; I also posted it on AO3 as Gardenia Queen also.
This isn't Beta-ed and so the mistakes are all mine; I must say sorry for those since English isn't my first language.
Nothing belongs to me; Even if I wish it would (because we could all fix this clusterfuck together and make SQ canon, right?). I only use the character to stay entertained and to further plots I have in my mind.
I already have 17k words written for this story and I am not even yet in the core of the plot; so we'll see where this ride take us, even if the outline of the story is nearly finished. I hope you'll stick with me trough the bumpy ride and enjoy the story I will tell.

Also, this is a Teacher/Student semi slowburn story with a big plot twist; because they are no ordinary teacher and student; what could Emma be hiding?

Enjoy!

The new town wasn't so bad, after a month living in, Emma thought. Well, it was small, a far cry from the big cities houses she was used to, but at least, it had already been a month and they hadn't sent her back. Of course, she knew she was closed off, rebel and hard to understand, but after a hard start in life, like she had had, and her little… difference, well, who could really blame her? It was her 16th foster family, and probably her last, too. In two months' time, she would be 18, and she could finish her high school year, or leave this godforsaken town behind, keeping her secret safe. David and his wife, Mary-Margaret had told her that she could stay in their home for as long as she wanted, even after she became of age. It was a sweet offer, even more because it was made by foster parents who knew nothing about her, but she wasn't sure if she'd stay. She'd still have to hide her… abilities, which usually freaked people. It was the thing keeping her from staying too long in one place.

Well, in the first month she was in Storybrooke, 2254 living souls, Maine, she had come across people of her age; she almost befriended them. At least, she hang out with them, at the dinner, Granny's, where Ruby was working for her, well, granny. She was the waitress, in barely there outfits, and flirted with almost everyone. That was how Emma came to talk with the brunette first. She had been flirted with and had answered in kind, not phased at all, making Ruby laugh and introduce herself. Emma had the curtesy to give her a half-smile, and the girl seemed to take her under her wing. When the door opened few minutes later and that other young persons entered, Ruby made them sit beside her and introduce themselves. Lily was a tall brunette, who seemed to be half Latina, with dark hair and dark eyes, but a kind smile. Tink, whose real name was Tina, but preferred to go by Tink, was a tiny blonde with sparkling eyes, who seemed to be unable to tore her eyes off of Neal, the last of the gang. He was sweet, in a charming kind of way, but with one look in his eyes, Emma knew he was the one making the trouble. She knew the look, and smiled at him, a real smile.

"So, this is Emma, she moved not long ago in town, with David and Mary-Margaret. She'll start her senior year this year, with us." Ruby said, after they all presented themselves.

"Great! We can go out all of us, sometimes! Well, you know, before summer ends." Added Lily.

So they did, and Emma could say she had made friends, and it was kind of a first in her life. Usually she stayed in her corner until she was moved, again, after being treated as a freak, but this time, they had come to her and included her. Oh, it felt good, even amazing, and that made her wanting to stay more and more. So she slowly tried to bond with her foster parents and it was good. They had come to an understanding, and that was ok for all of the family.

August passed fast, with movie outings, shopping spree, or just late night talks, and sometime, when one of them was able to sneak out booze, they drank, or just talked in the park, while looking at the stars. Emma was pleased and happy, as she never had been before. It was like she had found her place. Her secret hadn't been revealed, and she had managed to hide the outbursts she produced unnoticed. The townspeople didn't seem to mind, either way. It was like something in the air helped her to control it.

She learned that Neal had a step-sister, going by Ariel, whom was two years younger than them, so had less freedom than him, but that she was going to school with them. Emma would meet her then.

The summer gave way to fall, and September came soon enough. Emma had had a lot of fun with her new friends, and she never felt pressured to talk about herself, one of the thing she hated the most. She knew she had to reveal a bit of herself, but she couldn't tell nobody about her biggest secret, the thing she absolutely loathed as it made her different, it made her a monster, as they used to call her. It wasn't natural. There was only one thing strange with her friends tough; they never exclaimed with "God!" but rather used "Goddess" and it made Emma curious. Still she didn't ask, just like she didn't tell. They would talk to her in time if needed. Until, she understood the need for privacy on some things, and that never made her feel out of place.

The first day of school didn't made her nervous like it used to. Maybe it was because she now knew people, and won't be all alone as she used to, maybe just the idea of a family caring enough to make her a lunch and buying her school furniture, new ones at that, was enough to pull her in a happy mood, or maybe it was because she knew it was her last year of high school. She didn't knew, but the warm feeling she was having was great, and so Emma walked to school with a smile plastered on her face. At least, she wasn't late, and when she entered the court of the school, she saw her friends sitting around a table, and went to them as fast as she could.

"So how does it works here?" Emma said, in lieu of greeting.

"Well, hello there, you, beautiful stranger!" Lily chirped, causing an uproar of laughter around the table.

"Ha ha, Lily." She felt the need to answer sarcastically.

Emma got an answer from a petite redhead, who looked shy enough, but with a genuine smile.

"To get your classes, you have to go to the secretary, she'll gave you your schedule, your assigned teacher for achievement, and an agenda for the school year to write your homework."

"Oh, thanks, hum…" Emma had never seen the girl, and she didn't want to assume who was the girl.

"Ariel, I'm Ariel." The girl answered at the unspoken question.

"Oh, Neal's sister! Nice to meet you! I'm Emma."

"Yes, I know. Neal can't shut up about you. I swear he got the biggest crush on you ever." Ariel added. She saw the punch coming from her brother, but before she could move away from the hit, he was too near, and his fist landed on her arm. "Ouch!"

"That'll taught you to shut up. I don't have a crush." Neal grumbled. The group cackled.

Emma was fidgeting, a pink hue tinting her cheeks. She cleared her throat, and pointed towards the entrance. "Hum, I… I have to go get my schedule, see ya later!"

"Bye!" and "Later!" were thrown at her back, and she almost ran for the school doors. It wasn't that she didn't liked the attention that Neal was giving her, but she had secrets that she had never told nobody, as the fact she was only into girls, and so, nothing could come of Neal's crush. In her hurry, she never noticed someone else in front of her, and slammed into a warm body, sending a flurry of papers everywhere. She heard snickers behind her but paid them no mind, too busy apologizing. When she lifted her eyes to see just who she had slammed into, her breath catch, and her heart stopped.

In front of her was the most stunning woman she had ever seen. Her origins were more defined than Lily's, the Latina clear in her features, with her olive-tinted skin, seemingly sun kissed. Her eyes were a clear brown, and her dark hair gave her a beautiful figure, complimenting her. Her lips were full, and her perfection was only marred by a small scar on her upper lip, making her look human, or at least less ethereal, and more approachable.

Oh, Emma knew the second she swept her eyes over that woman that there would never be anyone else to compare to her beauty.

And so, her mussing started, about love at first sight. Could it be?

Well, the answers weren't coming and she had to stop gaping like a fool at the beautiful woman, and at least help her for the mess she had made by slamming, quite literally, into her. So the blonde crouched on the floor and started to scoop up the papers scattered everywhere on the pavement, before they caught in a squall of wind.

After a few seconds, the brunette joined her in scooping the papers.

"I think we got them all. Again, I am so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." Emma looked in the other woman eyes while repeating her apology.

The crimson lips parted, forming a small, shy smile, showing a hint of pearly teeth.

"Don't fret, it's alright, dear. I'm Regina Mills." She said, gripping the papers in one arm, extending the other as an invitation to shake hands.

"I'm Emma Swan." She said, while taking the proffered hand. Heat ran in Emma's body at the contact, and she looked at Regina, puzzled, but she was unfazed, and so the blonde tried to forget her weird body reaction. It was nothing, wasn't it?

"Well, Emma Swan," At her name, tumbling from Regina's lips, she shivered. "What were you about to do that was so important that you forgot to look where you were going?"

"Oh! Hum, yes, right! I was about to go to the secretary's office to get my schedule." Emma stuttered, trying to clear her head from the effect the woman had on her.

"Oh, so you are a student, I wondered. I've never seen you around before." The sentence was spoken clearly enough to know it was a question.

"No, I moved a month ago." Was the clipped, short answer. Emma wasn't one to reveal herself. It was the first step to getting hurt. She preferred to keep to herself.

Regina made a small movement with her head, toward the door, as to say to get moving, and so their conversation went on while they were walking.

"Right. So you are new around here. How do you like the town so far?" The brunette demanded.

"It's cozy and warm, but, well, you don't have a lot to do except hanging in the park and at

Granny's. At least people are nice from what I have seen." There was not a lot to say, for Emma.

What could have she added? It wasn't like this was her hometown. She never had had a home.

"Yes, at least there's that." Regina replied, taking Emma out of her thoughts.

"And are you a teacher here?"

"Yes, I am. I teach History classes for all years and literature for 12th grade." Regina told her, with a small smile. "I also have some charges to help with achievements." She smirked at that, and it almost made Emma's knee buckle. Damn, it was sexy. And, it seemed that the teacher knew things that she didn't. "Here we are, Miss Swan. I'll see you in class." It was the last comment from the brunette before she walked past the door beside the secretary's desk. Probably the teachers' room.

With a heavy sight, Emma walked to the desk and cleared her throat to get the attention of the woman sat behind.

A kind looking woman was sitting behind, and her eyes were so open and clear, it was startling.

"What can I do for you, sweetie?" She asked.

"Hum, I am new and well, they told me to come her to get my schedule."

"Oh! Yes! You are at the right place. What's your name?" The secretary asked.

"Emma Swan." She said, while looking at the name card placed on the desk. Nova McFly was written. So she was related to Tink, who went by Tina McFly also. Well, good to know. She tapped her fingers on the desk quietly, awaiting her class schedule, printing. Her other hand cradled her head, lost in her thoughts of the beautiful brunette she had just met, and so she jumped when Nova placed the schedule and an agenda in front of her.

"So, here it is. Classes start at 9 in the morning, and the lunch break is between noon and one PM. The last class ends at 4 PM, and every Wednesdays, your period before lunch is replaced with a meeting with your assigned teacher for achievements, we shorten the name to ATA. It's easier." Nova said, pointing different areas in her schedule, almost too fast for Emma to register the information. Well, at least she had tried. "As you can see here, your ATA is Miss Mills." At that name, Emma snapped to attention. So she would have days where she would meet the beautiful woman three times. It was wonderful. "This is your agenda provided by the school, so make good use of it, and there is your student card. Is it alright?"

At the onslaught of information, Emma could only nod.

"Alright. If you need anything else, let me know." Nova finally said.

"Thanks, have a nice day!" Emma called over her shoulder, while leaving the small office.

Emma made her way back outside. There was still fifteen minutes until the classes started, minutes that she spent trying to memorize her classes.

At nine, she started with managements and maths, with Mr. Robin Locksley, at ten, Biology, with Mrs. Marian Locksley, at eleven, except on Wednesday, she had basketball, with Mr. August Booth, then at noon, lunch. At one, she had art, with Miss Aurora Rose, and, finally, finally, Emma thought, at two, she had history with Miss Regina Mills, and at three, literature, with the same teacher.

The blonde was happy. She had two period, one after the other with the brunette she ran into, every day. Her heart was beating wildly, and she wondered why. She couldn't be in love after one conversation, now could she? Even if the teacher's voice was like silk, her presence was commanding and her posture almost regal, she couldn't have fallen for her. Emma never did with feelings, and it wasn't about to change because of a stupid crush on a teacher. It would go. It was just a crush on a beautiful woman.

Her first day came and went fast, nothing out of the ordinary. There were teachers presenting themselves, and then, the students did too, with their favorite color, or if they had a pet or not, that type of thing, innocent enough. Once it was done, the syllabus for the year was presented, and the class often ended with a test to see the level of the class or the beginning of lessons.

Emma spent her lunch break with her newfound friends, laughing, and eating her lunch that Mary-Margaret had carefully prepared for her that morning. It was sweet and Emma was grateful for that small act. Someone, for once, seemed to care. Why that family hadn't come earlier in her life? It could have avoided her some heartache, and some painfully earned scars, physical and mental ones.

She could only live now, and so she used the time she had with her friends to have fun.

When the time came for her periods with Miss Mills, Emma couldn't stop her heart from beating loudly in her chest. At least she had all of her friends with her in all of her classes, except basket, since it was a free choice, and so, she didn't had to confront her brunette teacher alone once again. The time for that would come soon enough, tough. Wednesday, she knew.

At least, for now, she had a support system.

When the teacher opened the door, she stood there, making the students getting in the class one by one; taking their presence at the same time. Ruby went in first, and after the greeting of "Miss Lucas" that she received from Regina, she got in the class and saw the sheet on the front desk. A groan escaped her.

"Really, Miss Mills? A seating chart?"

"I do believe so, Miss Lucas. Can you go on a take your seat, now?" Replied the teacher.

"Yeah." The teen grumbled, seemingly less than pleased by the concept.

The students slowly made their way in the classroom, and took their assigned place. Emma was the last one to come over the entrance of the classroom.

"And finally, Miss Swan." The teacher almost purred, sending a shiver trough the blonde's spine.

"Please be a dear and close the door behind you." She added, as an afterthought, walking to her desk.

She was seated in the center and in the front, making her really near the teacher's desk, or, well, rather near Regina's shapely curves when she was writing on the board. Emma almost groaned, thinking that the year would be hell to go through with this sinful view.

The history class went pretty well, and Emma was happy to see that the year curriculum in that class was about real history, not only US history. They will go through everything, and talk in depth about beliefs, sects, and religions in the time mentality. It was original, and Emma was eager to start to learn. Maybe she could also make research in the class projects to get to know about her problem. Maybe it had an historical explanation.

The literature class, on the other hand, would seemingly take a lot of work for Emma. Oh, she wasn't good to analyse fairytales, even just read them was a hard task because she had never believed in happy ending and all of that bullshit. Maybe the original versions would be better, and the analysis to do between the modern ones and the original ones would be funny to do. It was still a great idea of curriculum, a new concept, while staying focused on the important part; learning about literature.

The class ended with an assignment for the end of the week; Miss Mills asked them to compare their life to a fairytale and explain why. It made Emma squirm. She wasn't one to talk about herself, and it made her wary of what was to come. If she could avoid talking about herself…

The essay she gave her teacher at the end of the week wasn't a deep reflection. Oh, of course, Emma had put thought in the writing, but still, the only fairytale that was near enough of her life was Cinderella; because the princess had lost both of her parents and was abused by people who were supposed to take care of her, just like the blonde. Alas, Emma never had a fairy godmother, fell for a prince and lived happily ever after. And, so, she wrote about the idea of the perfect life that all of the princesses to-be were living, with loving parents, and a prince who, in the end would sweep them off of their feet, that it was a thing that she could never in a hundred years relate with herself. Emma went on, about the fact that she did not need a prince, or even a man, to do that for her, but a woman could be a better option; and that happily ever after weren't real, because life was asking of you to fight every day and make your own path, and beat what people liked to call faith. There is no such thing as destiny, for Emma. She would be her own savior, and have a Queen at her arm.

The first month of school went by, lulling the students in a familiar routine. Emma was glad that the town was peaceful; it helped her concentrate on her studies and taking time to bond with her friends and her foster family. A kind of contentment had settled over her. It wasn't a complete happiness, she knew it could never be, with the weight that she carried on her shoulders, but it was enough, and she felt that she belonged, for once, somewhere.

Her crush on Miss Mills hadn't gone; it even seemed to grow, and it was hard to keep her eyes and her mind away from her teacher. But nothing good could come out of an infatuation, even if Regina was… affectionate with her. She was a teacher, and so, it was ok to be there for her students if they needed her. The worst was her private meetings with her, as her ATA, every Wednesday, because it was like counselling sessions, but for school attendance, projects and future, tree things Emma wasn't fond of. Of course, those meetings could be about more personal issues if she wanted to, but, well, the blonde was private, and so, professional was the best way to go for them.

Still, it never deterred Regina to ask after her student and try to get glimpses of the girl that was hiding behind the walls. She knew they were in place to help her protect herself, and that spoke of a life of hardship in itself. But the teacher, meeting after meetings, class after class, tried to lower them. Something was oddly appealing about the blonde for her, and she needed a connection to her. So she put the efforts to try to gain Emma's trust.

As October came around, Emma made a decision that would probably change everything, and it was time to tell the family who had taken her in and had made a fine job at taking care of her. The second day of the month, she asked for Mary-Margaret and David to sit at the table for dinner.

"So," Emma started, after emptying her plate. She couldn't stop from fidgeting. There was still a real possibility that her decision would be rejected. "My birthday is coming up. I thought about your offer to finish school here, and well, I think I fit in, so, if the offer still stand, I'd like to stay, at least to finish my school year."

Both adults looked at her with big eyes, and once her words registered, Mary-Margaret almost flung herself at Emma to hug her.

"Yes, of course you can stay! We would be happy to keep you with us." The pixie-haired woman almost squealed. "You already know that we consider you as a part of our family. We had since you set a foot in the house."

David was smiling serenely at her, and Emma let out a breath in relief.

"Thanks," The blonde added, once the brunette detangled herself from Emma's arms, who had accepted warily the physical contact. "And, well, since I'll be of age in less than a month, I can find a job, and I can start to pay a rent, if you want-"

Emma's rambling was cut short by the blonde man, who used his authoritative police officer voice.

"Emma. We don't want or need your money. You are part of the family as Mary told you. This is your home now, too."

Tears pooled in the corner of Emma eyes. It was nice, this new concept. "Home. I have a home."

"Yes, sweetie, you do." The brunette said, softly, with a soft smile on her face.

They seemed to understand her struggle, genuinely. Emma had been so long without something to call her home, a safe place, had gone all her life without people caring enough. It was time for her to start to heal her broken wings, and learn to fly. She now had a family, not her biological parents, but still, these two wanted her, and it was more than what she was used to.

A movie night was in order to celebrate the big news.

Going to bed that evening, Emma used her gift, and knew that now, she'd have to conceal it as best as she could. She couldn't lose this last chance at a family because she was a freak. She closed her hands in fists, digging her nails in her palms until sleep claimed her and her hands went limp.

It was already the first history test, to see if the theory had been well studied, before the start of the first major project about historical injustices. The project was fairly simple, and they could team up in groups of four or five. Of course, Emma had been picked in the troublemakers' team. She was one of them now. Well, not that she was doing any trouble, but she was their friend, and they all stick together, except Friday night, when they all had somewhere to be.

Well. It wasn't a bother since her foster parents were also out every Fridays. She had her suspicions about date night, and she wasn't about to get in their way. If it was what they needed to keep their love strong, Emma was alright with that.

When 2 o'clock came around, the blonde remembered that she hadn't studied the previous evening, because of her announcement and the late night movies that ensued to celebrate, so she wasn't sure if she could do it. She didn't wanted to fail her first test, and even more, she wanted to impress her teacher, to prove her that she was a good student, that she was worthy.

She slowly made her way to her desk in silence and picked a pencil from her bag. Her fingers twitched nervously on the hard surface, making a regular sound when the pencil hit the desk, and her leg bounced nervously. She tried to remember the lessons she had taken notes from, and make a mental rerun of them, without success. Her mind seemed empty, and she was freaking out. She had to remember some of the things she had learned! Oh, she was so screwed.

Regina closed the classroom door and walked until she was in front of the class. "You got the hour to answer the exam. I want nothing else than a pencil and an eraser on your desk. If I even see a glimpse of a cellphone, you fail the test, I won't even bother to correct it. It's only an exam. People who loved you before will still love you after, regardless of the outcome. Good luck."

And with that, she sat at her desk, and the rustling of sheets resonated in the classroom. Emma turned the exam and wrote her name on the line.

And she read the questions.

She was screwed.

She didn't seemed to remember a thing they had seen in class, and she started to panic, staring at the questions. The blonde was so focused trying to remember something that she didn't see the hour ticking by. When she lifted her head to look at the clock, she saw there was only half an hour left to answer the quiz, and she had no idea where to start.

She was defeated, and angry at herself, until she felt the stirring inside of her.

Oh, everything wasn't lost yet. She had sworn to not use her gift, but desperate times called for desperate measures, right?

Once she made sure that none of her classmates were watching, she closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, calling for the warmth she held at bay inside of her. She never knew how it worked, but she willed the force to do her bidding for once, moving it to her fingertips, and into the pencil. It felt like hot water ran in her veins, and the feeling was comforting, was one of completion. She smiled serenely, never noticing the brown pair of eyes widening at the manipulation of her power.

Regina had felt the power moving and shifting in the classroom, the air becoming thicker, and the smell changing to a sweeter one. She eyed her students and her protégés, but the raw power didn't seemed to arise from any of them. So, it wasn't a late bloomer that she hadn't seen before, from one of the families. Then, her eyes fell on Miss Swan, and she saw the glow surrounding her, and the peaceful contentment slipping slowly over her features. She seemed even more beautiful like that, as if she had received everything. She probably did, with the strength of the magic the girl exuded.

The power was so raw and unrefined, like it poured from a too long concealing. At least, Regina was the only one able to see it in the classroom. It wouldn't do to have her protégés see it. The girl was probably afraid of her outbursts, and seemingly had no practice or no knowledge where it came from. Well. Regina would have to correct that, but would have to find a way to talk to the girl about it without freaking her out and making her run. So, inviting her Friday wasn't the greatest idea yet. She had to be slowly eased into the idea that she wasn't alone of her kind.

Repressed power often came from fear; mortals were usually quick to judge anything that they didn't understood, too harshly. If the girl had been alone, well, she never had anyone to help her harvest her powers the way it should have been and to use it in the good way. She would have to tell her coven about the girl.

When the hour was up, Regina rose from behind her desk and told the students to put down their pencils and to turn face down their exam before leaving. The lit class was to use as free time to do homework and team projects due in a couple of weeks. Clutters of pencils, rustling of sheets and screeching of chairs moving on the linoleum filled the previously silent classroom, and students started to leave, chatting excitedly about the answers they had written down to compare. Before Emma was able to get out of the classroom, she heard the silky voice of her teacher calling for her.

"Miss Swan, would you please stay behind a few minutes? I need to talk to you."

"Uh, sure." Answered Emma, a little puzzled. She went back to her desk, put her bag on the floor and sat on the hard surface, legs dangling.

Her teacher waited for the students to leave the classroom, and raised an eyebrow at Ruby's shoot for her "We'll wait for you outside, be wary of the wolf!"

Emma chuckled at her friend antics, and shook her head as Regina moved in front of her own desk, and leaned on her desk, both palms pressed on either side of her body, hips firmly supported on the rim. She eyed Emma curiously, a bit too long to be casual, and the blonde squirmed and fidgeted under the scrutiny.

"What?" The student said, suddenly uncomfortable. It was like the brunette was reading into her soul, watching her like that. It was frightening. And the fact that she was so damn near was making the butterfly stir in Emma's belly. Her unique smell, probably a sweet perfume was so enticing, the blonde had to grip the edges of the desk to stop herself from doing something foolish like hoping off of the desk she sat on, and go kiss Regina without an inch of her life.

Silence engulfed all for a couple of seconds as the staring contact went on; and then, Regina spoke aloud, her gaze unwavering.

"I can't tell you with the door open and unlocked."

Emma's expression became puzzled. Did Miss Mills wanted her to go and close the door for her?

As Emma pondered the question, Regina's right hand raised, and with a simple twist of her wrist the door closed with a loud slam, and locked with a muffled sound.

The blonde eyes widened.

"You… The door… What?" She spluttered.

"I am sorry for the sudden display, but I had to show you or you wouldn't have believed me. You are not the only one with magic, in fact, we are quite a lot in the town."

"Uh?"

The brunette chuckled before extending her explanation.

"We have what we call a coven, or a circle, who met every Friday to practice magic. We are connected to the nature and elements. If you have magic, it means you are from one of the original families, and you can harvest your power to do so much, and always feel the completion you felt earlier when you used it in class."

Emma blushed and ducked her head as if she wanted to hide from a certain shame.

"You could say that you are a witch, as a large definition, but it is much more complicated. There is so much I need to teach you, and I will."

"What? No! I just need to hide it, or they're going to send me back! I am not a freak, or whatever."

"It doesn't make you a 'freak', dear," answered Regina, putting quotation marks with her fingers while saying freak. "Those powers are beautiful. As for being sent back, aren't you of age soon enough?"

"Yeah, but still, if they find out, David and Mary-Margaret won't want me to stay with them, and I need a roof."

"Oh! The Charmings are your tutors?"

"The Charmings?" Questioned Emma.

"Sorry, it is the name I gave them. As sweet as Snow White and her prince." Regina snorted at her answer. Well. Mary-Margaret was really as girly and innocent as the character.

"Oh. Then, yes, they are my foster family." Said the blonde, jolting the brunette out of her musings, and back in the conversation.

"Well, it won't be a problem with them; they are part of the coven."

"What? They have powers?" Emma couldn't refrain from asking. It was almost as if all she had learned came crashing down on her, modifying her perceptions by force.

"Yes, they do."

"Oh. Good. So should I tell them?" muttered the blonde, deflating from her previous worries.

"Definitely. Do you have other questions for now?" the teacher inquired.

"Um, what is it we are? A sect who meet every Friday?"

"No. It isn't a sect." Regina explained plainly.

"So what?" Was the knee-jerk answer of Emma.

The silence came back, and green eyes met brown ones, each pair holding the other gaze. Finally, the air thick from tension – the one they seemed to share every time they were near, and even more when they were alone – loosened a bit when the teacher licked her lips before answering.

"Emma, you are a Wiccan."

Wow! You made it here! Hope you enjoyed!
I have to say that I use the Wicca in my story; simply, the real thing isn't like this; I modified and contorted a bit of some beliefs to fit my story's purpose. Don't be mad at me if everything I tell is not true; I know. I am just writing a story.
But truly, I am Wiccan and it's such a beautiful spirituality. If it intriges you, I invite you to make research, extended ones, to know what it is about.
Hope you'll stick aroud for thenext chapter! See y'all!
-xxx- GQ