Author's note: I wrote this story a while back and posted it on my old account. I am reposting on this one due to the fact that I thought it was somewhat good and a bit different from my current fic that I am working on. I do so hope you enjoy. Xo
Misty twirled flawlessly to "Bella Donna" by Stevie Nicks. She felt tears come to her eyes as she thought of her life, she was so blessed to have found her tribe. She found it more so in one woman that anyone else but she tried pushing the thought from her mind. Her room was across the hall from Cordelia Foxx's; daughter of the Supreme.
Misty squinched up her nose as she thought of the man that shared that room with Cordelia, he was no good for anyone but especially not for her. She was delicate and calm at all times, even when her husband would yell and throw things at her. Misty sighed at the thought, Miss Cordelia was the sweetest anyone had ever been to her. Not once in the month Misty had been at the Academy had the Headmistress raised her voice with the Cajun the slightest bit. She made Misty feel safe and happy, something she had never felt before.
Now was one of the times where she could hear the older woman weeping from her room, though it wasn't meant to be heard. Usually Nan would hear her thoughts before she began relase and would comfort her, but Nan was out with the other girls. Misty cautiously tiptoed from her door to Cordelia's and cracked it open. All she could see was a woman with her face in her hands as salty tears slid onto her dress. Misty began to enter but a tall man hustled out of the doorway, knocking into her. Hank Foxx. She gritted her teeth when she recognized him. "Misty is that you?" She heard a soft yet groggy voice say. She entered the room finally and stepped lightly over to Cordelia. Her dark brown eyes stared into Misty's as a small smile crossed her face.
"Hey there." She said sweetly as she hugged the younger woman with a friendly manner. Misty lost control of her body as her hand brushed the side of the Headmistress's blushed cheeks. "You Okay Miss Cordelia?" She asked in a heavy accent. She regretted it soon after because the tears returned into the other woman's large eyes and she began crying once again. Misty didn't know what to do except hold her. She pulled the older woman into her lanky arms as she laid against the headboard of her bed. Humming to one of Stevie's tunes, she wiped the tears from Cordelia's cheeks as she snuggled silently into the Witch's warm body.
They stayed like that for what seemed like forever but when they heard a door downstairs slam, they were pulled back into reality. Madison stormed into the room and a sly smile came onto her face as she saw the two together. "Who knew we had two Lesbian witch bitches in the house." Cordelia sat up and pulled away from Misty's embrace as she scurried out of the room. "Woah Swampy, You like the older women I see. Probably into more kink-" Misty jumped from the bed and pushed past the Actress forcefully, running into her room and slamming the door.
Nan heard Misty's sad thoughts loud and clear. She was falling for the Headmistress and Hard. Nan made her way to the swamp witch's room and knocked on the door ever so quietly, "It's only Nan, Could I come in?" Misty unlocked the door but did not open it for her. Nan walked in and sat down beside Misty with an understanding look on her face. "You aren't crazy you know, you really do feel this way." Misty sat up and looked into Nan's deep eyes. "I don't know what to do Nan, she doesn't like me like that. Its pretty obvious." Nan shook her head and smiled at the other Witch. "She does Misty, I absolutely know it! I would tell you what she thinks about you and dreams of but that is pretty private."
She laughed quietly. Misty let a wide smile come onto her face. "You're serious?" Nan smiled and nodded. Misty screamed and jumped up, twirling around the room happily. Nan hated to tell her but she had to. "Misty there's one more thing.." Misty regained her composure and sat back down where she previously sat. "Yeah?" Nan looked at her feet as she spoke. "Hank is not a good man, You know this, I know this, Fiona knows this. He's a witch hunter and he's using his marriage to get close to us. Cordelia needs to know from someone she loves." Her voice trailed off. Misty knew exactly what she had to do.