It's the first day of school!
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"Cordeila, dear." Cordelia wakes with a start.
She shakes her head and looks around, slightly dazed. Myrtle is standing beside her in all her glory. She is wearing the same red dress that she was burned at the stake in. "What it is?" She mumbles.
"Some of the girls have already woken and the majority of them will follow." She comments, "I think it would be best if you were to greet them as they exited their rooms, it is a stressful day for these young witches after all."
"They aren't going to be greeted when they wake up in the real world." Fiona says on the opposite side of the bed, "They have to learn to deal with their own stresses, this isn't Hogwarts."
Myrtle open her to argue but Cordelia throws up her arms, "Enough she yells," She throws her legs off of the bed and stands up. Both of the women are now gone. She breathes a sigh of relief and heads to the bathroom.
Twenty minutes and a much-needed shower later Cordelia is standing in the kitchen as the girls slowly stream in. "No magic at the table girls!" she calls over the general mutter as she catches a girl levitating her plate.
The girl grimaces and lets the plate fall onto the table. The new maid is turning out plates of food as girls arrive. The generous donations of many of girl's families now keep the school with an adequate staff. Though Cordelia didn't particularly want the help, some of the families insisted on it. And since she only had one butler before she figured that she would take it.
"Cordelia," Zoe comes into the room, followed closely by Queenie, "Good morning." She greets her.
"I know you are anxious to leave girls but I would like you to stay for the first gathering, help me," She says, "You know more than me what it is like being a first generation witch, just like the majority of these girls."
"We'd be honored." Zoe says.
"Yeah." Queenie agrees, "After a little breakfast of course." She smiles. Cordelia nods stiffly.
It's been many years since Cordelia has seen so many Witches in the same room. She herself attended the school there were only 9 other witches living there with her. By the time she took over there weren't any left.
"It's nice to see all of your smiling faces." Cordelia says. She looks around at all the young girls sitting around the room; on the floor or on any surface they can fit. "I have a few things to say and then I'll will open the floor to questions."
"We are witches," She starts the speech she has been thinking of since she took over the school. She has modified it over the years to accommodate the number of girls, "We are strong and we will flourish. My purpose has evolved over he years from teaching you all to hide your powers and control them to just controlling them. It's very important that you learn to live in a world where magic is looked down. You will learn what powers you have while you are here and how to control those powers."
"It is also very important that I instill in you a sense of community," She continues, "We are all different here, we all come from different backgrounds," She looks around the room at all of the faces starting at her, "But we all have a shared heritage. We are all sisters and we must create strong bonds or this coven will fall apart, I have seen it happen. This is my duty as your supreme, to try and do better than my predecessor."
"Anything to add girls?" She looks to her left and to her right, to her council.
"Zoe and I are the council, we have the power to punish." Queenie says.
"There are rules," Zoe adds, "They are basic, like don't kill another witch, and if you follow them we wont have a problem."
"We have had too many death recently." Cordelia agrees, "rules will keep this coven together."
A hand slowly rises in the back of the room.
"Yes?" Cordelia questions.
"How are witches punished?" The girl asks.
"They are burned at the stake." Queenie answers.
"Seriously?" I girl in the front exclaims, "That seems so archaic."
"And stereotypical!" Another girl adds.
"Don't do anything wrong and you wont have to be burned." Cordelia says bluntly. "Let's move on." She says. "Any other questions?"
A girl raises her hand. "Why aren't any of my family witches?" She asks, "Aren't you the daughter if a witch?" She asks Cordelia.
"My mom wasn't a witch either." Zoe says, "My grandma was, it tends to skip generations. You have at least one person in your family that is a witch, or a warlock I guess." She shrugs.
"Thank you Zoe." Cordelia says. "Another?" She looks over the crowd. "Yes?" She points in the back. She recognizes the girl as the one who had asked what a supreme was.
"How is a Supreme discovered?" She asks.
"Why do you ask?" Cordelia straightens her back to see the girl a little better.
"I think I might be one." She says.
"You don't know that," Queeine says before Cordelia can open her mouth, "There is only one Supreme, and it's Cordelia."
"She just rose into her Supremacy," Zoe says, "Her successor wouldn't know yet." The girl rolls her eyes.
"Next Question?" Cordelia moves on. She tries to forget what the girl said but her face is burned in her mind.
"There are all the witches and warlocks that I know." Cordelia says, "The ones that aren't dead anyway." She gives Zoe an address book. "There are the last known locations of them, I have already contacted Stevie Nicks, but she is too busy with her music career to help. Though she would love to."
Zoe flips through the book, "I didn't think that there would be this many." She comments.
"A lot of them are in hiding," She says, "They got jobs and were forced to suppress their magic."
"You want us to get these people to out themselves?" Queenie asks skeptically.
"I know you can do it, I have faith in you," She utters, "Or I wouldn't have asked you to be my council."
"What are you going to do until we can find someone?" Zoe asks. "You're here all alone."
"I don't know just quite yet." She admits, "be fast and I wont have to figure it out." She grabs both of their shoulders, "It's time to prove to me how well I taught you."
"You taught us well." Zoe says.
"We'll make you proud." Queenie says. "We better get going if we are going to visit all these people." She smiles.
"Goodbye for now." Cordelia gives them both a hug. "Good luck." She adds. They both wave and disappear.