The words were spinning in her head. A witch. She couldn't believe it. Someone was making fun of her. There had to be a camera hidden somewhere. "Okay, okay. You had your fun. Who put you up to this?" she started laughing, clutching her stomach. It was all a joke, she knew it.

Cordelia didn't laugh though. "Magic isn't something you make fun of." Her lips were formed into a tight line. No amusement showing. "How can you explain the fact that your, what I assume, girlfriend was thrown into the sea?" she crossed one leg over the other and rubbed her forehead with her fingers. The damn burn was itching a lot.

"How do you know about that?" Veronica glared her through her eyelids. How was it possible for Cordelia to know since she hadn't been there? A headache was forming in her head with all the information she was receiving.

"I have visions. That's one of my powers. A power I received after I lost my eyesight." Delia said with a hint of sadness in her voice. When she first woke up in the hospital and couldn't see, she had panicked. A lot. Her mother was there to inform her of the situation. It was like stabbing her right through her heart. She was the Headmistress of the school for God's sake. How was she going to run the school after that?

Then she remembered a dream she had. Only then she realized it wasn't really a dream but a vision. When her husband touched her hand, the images came like levees blowing away by a strong wind. That was when she found the whole truth. How he cheated on her and how he killed the poor girl afterwards. The redhead girl probably didn't know he was married. It was too painful to watch the man she adored to turn into a liar, a cheater and worst of all a psycho killer. And to think that she loved him with all her heart. Everything came tumbling down that day. The blond witch had cried her eyes out in front of her mother. Something she never did before.

She cleared her throat trying to force all the memories away. She was going to get over it eventually. One thing Cordelia was known for was how strong she was. "The moment I touched you, I saw images from your life." She added giving her a small smile. Veronica didn't know why but that smile was soothing. She felt safe. She looked up in Cordelia's lifeless eyes for a moment and noticed the tears threatening to spill. Her curiosity was piqued by the way the older woman was acting. Even though she smiled, her eyes told a different story altogether.

Something clicked in Veronica's chest. Something pulled her mentally towards her. She wanted to know more about the troubled woman who was standing in front of her but now was not the time. "So what power do I have?" Veronica smiled a little bit, starting to believe what the other woman was telling her.

Cordelia seemed amused and relieved that she managed to convince her about her true heritage. She thought about her powers for a minute before answering. "I think teleportation is your power for now. In time your powers will grow though. It happens to all." She moved her hand in front of her face indicating her eyes and visions. "For me for example it happened a couple of days ago." She smiled sadly again. Delia informed her about what lessons she had to attend and she told her a little bit about the history of witches, what is a supreme, the difference between Dark and Light Magic and a little bit about potions as well.

"I can see you are tired. Your room is up the right staircase, third door on the right. Your things are already there. My room is through the second door. If you need anything don't hesitate." She pointed out and waited for the girl to stand up.

"Thank you for everything, Ms Foxx." Veronica nodded before she exited the living room and headed for her room. There were a lot of things she had to think through. Her whole life now seemed like a lie. Two days ago her only problem was how to forget Kate and her betrayal. Now? Now nothing made sense anymore.

The Headmistress searched for her white cane for a minute and then walked blindly to the kitchen. Everything went well, thankfully.

The brunette walked in her room looking around curiously. It was very nicely decorated. She liked it. She lied down on the bed thinking about everything her Headmistress told her and that's how she fell asleep. She didn't even change or take off her shoes.

When the young woman woke up after a couple hours, she noticed the keys from her red Mini-Cooper sitting on the nightstand. She took them in her hand admiring the keychain. It was a keychain her mother had left to her. At first she hadn't understand what the small witch hanging from it meant. Now she knew. There were some initials carved on the back. M.D. Veronica didn't know what it meant though. She squeezed it with her hand, making a promise to herself. A promise to find everything about her mother and her past.

"I can help you." A voice sounded from the open door, startling Veronica. A black-haired girl was standing there, dressed in black with a small smile playing on her lips. "I am Nan." She walked in and sat on Veronica's bed extending her hand.

Veronica shook her hand feeling a little weird at the sudden intrusion. "Ehm, hi. I am-"

"Veronica. I know. I am a clairvoyant." Nan shrugged and let go of her hand. "I can read your thoughts, I can see some things from the future." She added. Veronica found her a little strange but friendly as well. She seemed nice enough.

"You can help me find about my past?" the slightly older brunette asked her. Her bright gray eyes sparkling with excitement.

Nan nodded with a small smile. "My powers grew recently. Nobody knows yet but I can see things from the past."

"That's cool." Veronica smiled. A thought passed by her mind for a minute and before Nan had a chance to read, she voiced it. "Wait, what do you want in return?" Veronica raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

Nan frowned a little. "To be my friend?" she shrugged and looked down.

"You want me to be your friend? You don't even know me. Why?" Veronica tilted her head.

"The others always underestimate me and rarely talk to me." She explained with a small voice.

Veronica thought about it for a moment. It was good to have a friend in the house. Cordelia was the Headmistress, so not friend material. Fiona? Oh well, who was she kidding? The woman didn't like her at all. And Nan seemed like a good girl. "Deal." Veronica smiled warmly at the girl who smiled back at her. "What's the plan, then?" she looked at her craftily.

{Author's note: I hope you enjoy my story so far. Review if you like ;) Any thought on who is Veronica's mother? I'd like to hear some ideas about the story from you. I'll try to update as soon as I can.}