"It's useless Miss Cordelia, I'll never get this! I'm no good at potions." Misty huffs as she paces back and forth through the greenhouse. "Can't you just make the potion? I'll never get it right."
For the past few hours Cordelia had been trying to teach Misty a potion that heals wilted flowers. In the beginning Misty was an eager, determined student, but now after four tries she'd had enough.
Everything that Misty has ever done with magic has come naturally to her. Failing at something that should be simple for a witch is making her upset and more than a little embarrassed. She had wanted to impress Miss Cordelia, but instead Misty feels like a fool.
"It's alright Mist. I know you can do it. How about we just take a little break?"
Sighing in frustration, Misty nods and plops down onto the work bench. "I'm hopeless." The young witch puts her head in her hands feeling defeated.
"No you're not!" replies Cordelia surprisingly sternly. "You're not hopeless, you just need some practice. You're a very talented witch Misty Day."
Delia places her hand comfortingly on Misty's shoulder and smiles softly. The swamp witch looks up into the headmistress's mismatched eyes and can't help but smile back. "Thanks Miss Cordelia, that means a lot to me."
Misty's usual cheerful and happy manor replaces her frustrations, making her sapphire eyes sparkle the way Cordelia loves.
"Well, it's true; you're an incredible witch and an incredible person. I haven't told you this, but I'm really glad that you've decided to stay with the coven." A light pink blush spreads across the older witch's cheeks. Something about Misty always made her feel like a school girl again.
"How could I leave after meetin' a girl like you?" Misty is mesmerizing, she seems to radiate hope.
Misty envelops Delia in a tight hug, holding on a little longer than is normal for 'just friends.' When the two finally pull apart, something is different between them. They both blush and tentatively turn away from each other to return to their work.
Tension swirls around the greenhouse as the woman sneak glances at each other while preparing the potion. Cordelia and Misty go about their magical work with butterflies in their bellies and blossoming love in their hearts.