Cordelia had watched Myrtle glide up the driveway from an upstairs window, a bohemian looking girl following close behind. There had been a few new additions to the academy recently, young witches stumbling across their abilities in the wrong company, and under tragic situations; Cordelia wasn't surprised that Myrtle had found another troubled case to take under her wing. Though this girl was different; her head didn't hang, her expression hardly indignant, instead she gazed around in awe, seemingly amazed at the life the girls lead there.
Cordelia watched from the staircase as Myrtle left the girl to her own devices before returning to another room of the impressive manor. She crept down the stairs and towards the kitchen doorway where the wild haired girl was scrutinising the stove. Clearing her throat from the doorway Cordelia took the girl by surprise.
"Oh! I didn't see you there." she began in strong cajun accent. "I was just lookin' around." she grinned sheepishly at having been startled.
Cordelia didn't reply, remaining unmoving in the door. She didn't normally greet the new girls; she had seen many come and go whilst she stayed in the house, and making friends didn't appeal to her. But the cajun girl was different. She wasn't wound tight, or afraid like the others. She was wide-eyed and enchanting in the way she had moved up the path and into the house.
"Misty Day." Introduced the wild looking girl, sticking her hand out, interrupting Cordelia's thoughts.
"Cordelia Goode." the blonde replied quietly, clasping her hand for only a second before dropping her own back to her side.
"Cordelia, that's a nice name… fancy." smiled the girl, testing the name in her mouth.
The older blonde just nodded, she wasn't used to talking about herself.
"And how long have you been here Miss Cordelia?" she asked, hauling herself onto the kitchen counter, legs swinging.
"A while."
"A while? Like years?"
"Yes, years. This is my home." Cordelia replied evenly, glancing around at the high ceilings and ornate structures of the stately house.
"Damn, so you're like a proper witch? Living the life in New Orleans, huh?" grinned Misty from her perch.
"The powers are in my blood. I had no choice." she said steadily, expression unmoving, holding her chin a little higher as she thought of her mother, and Myrtle, who had taken her in at the school so many years ago.
After Fiona dropped her daughter off at Miss Robichaux's academy, Cordelia had heard little from her in the years to come. A fact that she both resented, and was grateful for. A child of Cordelia's subdued nature could only withstand so much criticism and critique from her own mother before it took it's toll. She wasn't nearly as bold enough, or gutsy enough, in her young age for Fiona's liking. Her daughter's apparent lack of magical instinct was always a disappointment to the Supreme, one that she had no time or patience for, and she was respectively dumped at the academy to better her skills under Myrtle's supervision.
"A family of magic folk?" Misty's eyes bulged as she imagined the possibility, one seemingly so far from her known customs; a village intent on burning witches out of fear and ignorance.
"My mother. It was just me and my mother before I came to the academy." Cordelia corrected, expression stony at the thought of the absent Supreme.
Misty only nodded in reply, legs still swinging back and forth, seemingly deep in thought. "My ma's not magic like. She was goin' to sell me out. To the villagers, the hunters." She hesitated before continuing softIy. "I was goin' to run, but they got me." She paused, staring hard at the ground as Cordelia frowned in concern. "They burned me up." Misty whispered. "They got me, but here I am." The young girl gestured in the air, smiling sadly at the blonde across the kitchen.
"You're the girl from Louisiana aren't you? The girl with the power of resurgence." Cordelia asked quietly, breaking the short silence that had fallen between them.
"Yes. They buried me.. and I'm back, if that's what you mean." Misty's legs stopped swinging as the older blonde watched her forlorn expression, the silence growing between them.
"It's better here." Cordelia whispered, as the wild looking girl sat twisting her hands in her lap, visibly troubled beneath her initial display of elation
"They'll teach you things. Things that'll help." she continued, as she tiptoed across the cold kitchen floor to the saddened swamp girl, taking her hands in her own. "Welcome home Misty Day."