"Well, to be frank, ma'am, I know I shouldn't be on this side of town, but I wanted my hair done for my birthday and I didn't trust anyone else to do it right. No one else seemed right, they were all too white and had no style." The woman, that Lana now knew to be the Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen, bent at waist and about fell over laughing.

"Well, chile, I can certainly respect not wanting some cracker bitch to mess up your hair, that said, I will do your hair for you. Nothing more, nothing less. I like you, mini witch, but you should never 'xpect any special treatment. You're the same as the white witches to me, girl, and you better not forget it." She said with equal amounts of power and mirth in her voice. Lana nodded.

"Of course not, ma'am," little Lana said.

"Oh, enough of the ma'am shit, little girl, I feel old enough already, don't need you addin' to it," she laughed. It was clear though, that though she said this, Marie appreciated the measure of respect. So Marie bleached Lana's long hair to her specifications, a soft and light wheat blonde that flattered her golden skin as opposed to an icy platinum that'd wash her out. Lana tried to hand Marie her wad of cash, but she pushed her hand away.

"It's your birthday, sugar, you keep that." Lana gave her a beaming smile and thanks and merrily made her way out of the salon. She beamed all the way back to the academy, and Cordelia was the none the wiser about Lana's hairdresser.

For years, Lana would continue to see Marie regularly for her hair appointments without anyone catching on to her secret. Cordelia was naive enough to fool and Fiona was such an infrequent guest that Lana didn't need to try and pull the wool over her Supreme's eyes.

As the years passed, Lana and Marie grew more fond of each other. They never crossed any lines, neither offered up any information that didn't pertain to hair and other frivolous matters, but they were fond none the less. Lana was especially fond of Marie. She was a constant companion in her life, and though she had kind Cordelia as a constant as well, Marie was strong in a way that she simply wasn't. Especially after Cordelia brought Hank into the household.

Lana never liked Hank, he gave her the heebie-jeebies, and she thought that he made Cordelia weak. She agreed with Fiona, that the man simply reeked of bullshit.

So Lana had Marie alone, until one year, when she was 17, other girls arrived.

Nan was the first to arrive. At first, Lana didn't care for the clairvoyant girl because of her unintentionally prying ways, but after a day or so, she came to enjoy talking to the sweet girl.

Three days after Nan's arrival came a star, Madison Montgomery. Lana was mildly star struck at first, but then came to realize that Madison was a self centered bitch and so she avoided the diva.

A month later came Queenie, and she was by far Lana's favorite. She was genuine and strong. She didn't take any shit and Lana respected that about her. It helped, of course, that Lana got a kick out of her and Madison's spats.

Not long after Queenie's arrival, not quite two weeks, they all got word that they'd have a new student. The girls all decided to scare the new girl, but Lana wanted no part of that tomfoolery. She elected instead to stay in her room and pick up a bit.

Her room had changed quite a bit from the bare space it once was when Lana arrived years earlier. Thankfully, Cordelia elected to allow her to be the sole occupant of her room because of the time she had spent there. Seniority rules. So she didn't have to change her decor to accommodate a roommate. It wasn't much, especially considering she had lived in the room for 7 years, but it was hers. A few band posters hung, a few charcoal pieces that Lana had done mixed with them. Perfumes and some makeup cluttered her little vanity. She had a chest of drawers by the window that held various crystals and beads and other witchy knick-knacks that Cordelia and Fiona had passed onto her. There were even a few from Marie and Ms. Myrtle Snow that the women had passed to Lana. Dried flowers were scattered about. And candles, there were pillar candles everywhere, most handmade with scented oils so Lana's room always smelled of calming lavender.

Her most prized item, though, was a small framed picture on her nightstand. It was a picture of her and Michael on Lana's ninth birthday. Both the 9 year old and the 13 year old were grinning ear to ear. Michael had a skinny arm around Lana's shoulders and Lana's wrapped around his waist. Constance had insisted on taking a picture of the children to commemorate the event.

Lana was passed the point of thinking about her friend everyday, but she still thought of him frequently. And Lana was still chilled by a she had, one she worried was not just a dream.

It had been roughly a year since Lana Lewis had come to stay at Miss Robichaux's when it happened. Sound asleep, she dreamt of Michael and Constance. Michael looked older than the 15 years she knew him to be and Constance, strong, spine of steel Constance, was motionless in Michael's arms. She watched her dearest friend weep over the body of his grandma, saying how sorry he was and promising to be good if she'd just wake up. He said that he'd find Laney, that'd she'd help Constance wake up and help him to be good. Lana woke up with tears stinging her eyes. She was heartbroken, and she couldn't quite bring herself to believe that it was just a bad dream.

Lana was broken from her thoughts about the dream when she heard screaming.

Author's note: Thanks for reading! Please review! The more reviews I get, the faster I upload. And if anyone is wondering, in my mind, Lana is played by Hayley Kiyoko. Imagine her however you please though, if you want.