AN: Hi! I just finished watching Coven, and I couldn't help but ship Cordelia and Misty together and suddenly I was struck with this idea and I haven't been doing anything but write a bunch of chapters for it in the last couple of days. Now this is my first ahs story, so I would really appreciate it if you would leave a review and tell me if I have caught the essence of the show or not.


Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies looked nothing like she had imagined. The house in front of her didn't look like the worn and dark horror house she had thought it would be, instead it was white and glowing - it could pass for any old New Orleans house, but still there was something about it that made it stand out from the houses around it.

The slam of a car door brought her out her thoughts and seconds later her baggage was set at her feet by the men dressed in black suits. Before she could thank them, they had already entered the car and driven away.

She stood in front of the gates to the Academy with nothing but a black skirt, a white button-up shirt and her two bags with her belongings. For just a few seconds she entertained the thought of walking far away from the house in front of her, but then the gates opened by themselves and she knew that she had nowhere else to go.

The sound of her feet walking towards the front door was nothing compared to the sound of her heart pumping in her ears. She didn't know why she was this nervous, this house was supposed to be a haven for women like her, but she had never been surrounded by so many people like herself and she was afraid of the competition that might take place between the Academy's young witches – and if it came to that then everyone would know what a complete failure she was.

She stopped in front of the door, set her bags down and raised her hand to knock on the door. However, before she could knock, the door was opened by a man with long greasy hair. She gasped in surprise and took a step back when he wordlessly took her bags in his hands.

"Excuse me?" She said, torn between staying out on the porch and following him into the house.

When he disappeared from her field of vision she stepped over the threshold and into the house. The Academy was alive with the sound of voices and quick footsteps, across the hall from her a group of children ran from one room to another and the sight of them calmed her nerves.

A middle-aged woman walked out of the room to her right and stuck her hand out for her to shake. She had brown graying hair that was bound in a tight bun and her dress was decorated with a floral pattern. Her face was ordinary, but it looked like she was constantly frowning and she had an annoyed look on her face that made the blonde consider apologizing for even existing.

"You must be Cordelia Goode, welcome to Miss Robichaux's Academy. I trust you had a pleasant journey?"

Cordelia nodded, "Yes Miss, I did."

"Good. My name is Helen Watson, I am the headmistress of this Academy, and I am one of three teachers who will teach you to control, develop and improve your powers. Now, if you will follow me to your new room." She turned around before Cordelia could say anything and the young blonde hurried to keep up with her new headmistress.

They walked up two grand stairs and down one of the many halls on the floor, past many doors until finally they stopped at one that was slightly open. Headmistress Watson pushed the door open with the wave of her hand, and Cordelia followed her into the room.

It was much larger than she had imagined; it had white walls like the rest of the house and the furniture was in light colours as well. During her examination she realized that there was only one bed in the room.

"I'm sorry Miss Watson, but I assumed that I would have roommates. I mean this room seems far too large for one person only."

The headmistress raised her left eyebrow in surprise, "Your mother demanded that you have your own room here at the Academy, she said you deserved nothing less."

Cordelia cursed her mother under her breat. Even when she had sent her halfway across the country the woman still wanted to control everything about her. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment when she looked up at brunette.

"This is not what I wanted. I don't need special treatment just because of who my mother is; I would love to share a room with others. What could I possible need all this room for anyway?" She said and gestured to the large room that almost echoed her words back at them.

The older woman took a while before answering, "That sounds reasonable. I will have three beds moved in here in the next couple of days. However if your mother, the Supreme, shows up and asks why you do not have your own room, then you will have to talk to her."

Cordelia nodded quickly, "Of course, that's only fair."

The headmistress sighed and turned towards the door, "Well, if that was all then I'll leave you to unpack. Supper is served at six."

She had just exited the room when the younger woman suddenly had a thought.

"Miss Watson? There is something I would like to ask of you…"

The annoyed expression had returned to the older woman's face, "Yes?" she said, and Cordelia could tell that it might have been better if she had kept her mouth shut, but this was important to her.

She swallowed before voicing her idea out loud, "I would like to be treated like everyone else here, and I don't want to be judged because of who my mother is. So if you could keep my identity … Well if you could be discreet about who I am, I would be grateful."

She hadn't expected the older woman to go along with it, but she surprised her by saying; "I understand. Very well I will tell the other teachers. Remember, dinner is at six and if you are not there on time, then you will have to wait until breakfast in the morning." And just like that she was gone before Cordelia could thank her.


She had started unpacking shortly after her new headmistress had left her alone. There were four large wardrobes in the room and there was a nightstand next to her bed with two drawers in it, her clothes had filled only half of the wardrobe so there would be plenty of room for future roommates. When she was finished almost an hour later she lay down on her new bed and closed her eyes.

Cordelia listened to the house and felt how alive it was; she could hear voices from the rooms next to her, and footsteps and laughter coming from the hallway. She didn't know how many witches lived in the Academy, but she hoped that most of them would be nice and that she might even end up being friends with some of them.

When she opened her eyes hours later she realized that she must have fallen asleep at some point - the sun was much lower than it had been before and she could hear quick footsteps and voices travel around the halls.

She stood up and walked to the door, she looked out into the hallway and saw the back of someone walking down the stairs, 'it must be dinner time' she thought and stepped out of her room.

A door closed loudly behind her and she jumped in surprise, but before she could turn around a warm hand grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the stairs. "Come on it's time for dinner. And trust me you don't wanna be late for that." The voice of whoever it was sounded raw, natural and the person had an odd accent that she couldn't quite place.

When they reached the stairs the girl let go of her arm and turned around and walked backwards down the first set of steps. The witch in front of her had long blonde curly hair and she was taller than Cordelia by a couple of inches. Her outfit was a mix of colours; a black top with a creamy cardigan surrounding it and a long dark green skirt. She had several colourful bracelets on her arms made with simple brown strings, and from what Cordelia could see; she had plenty of rings on her fingers.

She was an enigma; her skin was radiant, almost glowing and Cordelia's own paled in comparison. She suddenly realized that the girl in front of her was talking to her, but she hadn't heard anything of what she'd said.

"I'm sorry what?"

The taller girl smiled, "I said, my name is Misty Day. And you must be the new meat here at the school"

Cordelia's brow crinkled in confusion "Excuse me?"

The girl, Misty Day, started walking down the stairs, "Well it's what the others have been calling me the entire week besides 'swamp rat' of course. And since you are the newest addition to the Academy I assume that that's what they will be calling you now."

She said it so casually that Cordelia almost thought it was a joke, but then when she hurried down the stairs yelling; "Come on you don't wanna be late for dinner!", the young witch grew even more nervous to meet the rest of the house's inhabitants – if the others had been teasing Misty since she got here, what stopped them from doing the same to her?


AN: I hope you liked it! And if you did then please leave a review - and if you didn't like it then leave me a review telling me why anyway ;)