I just want to say thank you to those who read the first chapter! This chapter is a brief backstory for Misty and how she arrived at Miss Robichaux's. The next chapter will be up soon hopefully and there will be some actual interactions between Misty and Cordelia. Please review!

Misty Day didn't arrive at Miss Robichaux's long before Cordelia had although she had been sent off just the same.

Misty had grown up in an orphanage run by the local church in her small, rural town. A few of the younger children had been playing with an injured bird and ended up killing it. Misty had witnessed this and shooed the children so she could give the bird a kind burial. As she held the lifeless creature, she wished it had not lost its life to a bunch of cynical children and wished she could grant it it's life back. She suddenly felt a draining of her body, like she lost a bit of everything, blood, oxygen, everything, The once dead bird began chirping in her hands and eventually flew away.

Misty stood in awe of what had just happened, waiting for herself to wake up, but this was real. All too real for some people. One of the kids responsible for killing the bird had gone to get a nun after Misty had shooed them away. The kid had brought the nun to the place where the bird had been killed at the precise moment Misty had resurrected the creature.

"Witch!" The kid screamed at Misty making her turn around to face them. Her face was drained of colour.

"Go inside dear, I need to speak with Misty." The nun told the young child who obliged.

"Sister I don't know what happened -" Misty started.

"Don't bother child, I know what you are. We all do. We just hoped you would never figure out the witchcraft that runs through your veins."

"Wait, how do you know? You can't tell can you."

"No, your mother was a witch. She was burned when you were no more than a few months old. It's how you ended up in our care."

"What happens now? The people in the town do to me what they did to my mother?"

"We do have somewhere you can go otherwise that is what will happen."

"Oh sister please! Anywhere is better than here, I can't stand the children."

"You never did find your tribe while you were here, maybe these girls with accept you."

"Where?" Misty asked.

Misty was sent off to Miss Robichaux's that night, her mind filled with thoughts of what she imagined a sorority would be like. Unfortunately, Misty find every prediction she made to be dead wrong. The girls at the academy were oddly cold towards her. The pointed and laughed as she passed them in the halls and would ignore her whenever made an attempt to make nice. After a week of this Misty had accepted that these girls were not her tribe and made herself content by staying in her bedroom listening to some Fleetwood Mac CD's she had found under her bed her first day.

Misty had been at Miss Robichaux's for 8 months before Cordelia arrived. In that time she had become increasingly obsessed with Fleetwood Mac, especially the one group member, Stevie Nicks. Throughout her 8 month stay she began to take on characteristics Stevie herself possessed. She felt she understood Stevie and she gave her hope that on day Misty would find her tribe.

Misty felt hopeful when she met Cordelia. She didn't snicker or laugh when Misty greeted her, instead she smiled and introduced herself. The feeling for Cordelia was mutual although she had only dealt with the snickers and stares for a few hours.

Cordelia was stunned to find another girl in the greenhouse, much less one that didn't ignore her. Throughout her short time at the academy she was told that the greenhouse was rarely used and Headmistress wanted to board the thing up all together, hence Cordelia's urge to go there and be alone.

"Are you busy? I can leave if you want." Cordelia said quietly.

"No it's nice having someone in here with me! Usually I'm the only one that comes out here, not that I'm complaining, the other girls aren't exactly the nicest."

"You too?"

A silence fell between the two of them. They looked into each others eyes and felt something pass through one another. It was as though in that moment they had formed some sort of unspoken bond.