A/N: Last up is Fiona. I found her a little more difficult, but amusing nonetheless, hope I did her justice.
Fiona strolled down the hall, annoyed that her daughter was once again absent, when they had important things to deal with. Like her witch killing husband for one. Fiona could easily dwell in I-told-you-so's, but that was for another time, now they needed to act. And running a school with the total body count of five students should hardly keep her this occupied.
The garden and the chemistry set appeared abandoned, so Fiona went for the house. The halls were empty. The witches had cleared out like frightened mice. As if any of these girls stood an honest chance at supremacy. How such weak spirited witches could be draining her of power was beyond her.
As she passed the headmistress office door, the noises coming from in there were impossible to ignore. Another teenage make-out session it seemed. Jesus these girls never stop. At least she hadn't brought her boy toys back with her in the days. Standards were slacking around here.
She paused in front of the door, but her hearing wasn't good enough to put a face to the moans she heard. Hearing goes first, says the elderly. God she needed to find the next supreme and kill her and fast at that. But these girls were easily manipulated, it wouldn't hurt to have some dirt on one of them. Fiona made the door into a window, only she could see through. She was expecting to find Madison with the new flavor of the month or Zoe with that speechless frat boy, although she didn't think the girl would have the guts to get down in the headmistress' office.
What she had not expected to find, what she had never in her wildest imagination thought she would witness, was the sight of her own daughter pushed back on her desk, lost in hungry kisses. With the swamp witch.
Fiona was admittedly startled for a few seconds, unable to take her hurting eyes off the scene in there. Her daughter's face was mostly blocked by a massive mess of blonde curls, but her hands were visible, clinging to Misty's back, fisting in her dress. The shawl was hanging loosely from Misty's arms, almost dropped to the floor, no longer carried like some sacred item. Evidently she must be seriously committed at the moment. That girl had the oddest sense of style. Throw on a top hat and a black suit and she might have looked a little like the Stevie Nicks she loved so much, but not in this hippie outfit she had settled for. Fiona actually had her pecked for saving all her love for the White Witch, but whatever.
It wasn't that Fiona was all that surprised. She might be a horrible mother, but she knew her child. She knew her daughter had been lusting for that odd swamp girl for the better part of a month. Must be her love for plants. And it took a lot of foolishness to blind yourself. Love appeared to have just that effect on people. Myrtle Snow had said something about Cordelia being a hero for mutilating herself, and as much as that may be true, Fiona knew of her daughters real motives.
What did surprise her was that Delia had the guts to do something about it. She would have to pick the clairvoyant's brain later to find out who started this little thing. She had her money on Swampy. But inside the office a turn of events surprised Fiona and here she thought she was all out of ways to be surprised. Cordelia had taken some control, hooked her legs around the Fleetwood Mac fanatic, tangled her hands into her hair and was drawing her in. Fiona didn't feel particularly uncomfortable spying on her daughter, the Lord knows it wasn't the first time. It was however the first time she would admit to being slightly impressed.
Misty threw in a fight for the upper hand too. With her hand on Cordelia's thigh, sliding slowly upwards, exposing skin. Fiona had to admit she seemed to have a delicate touch. Much better than the dog of a husband, who used to touch her daughter. If it had to be, better someone from the inside then. Of course this particular match wouldn't exactly ensure the survival of their kind.
The kiss ended just then, as Cordelia untangled her hands from the chaos of curls and appeared to be the one to break it. Misty's body turned rigid with ill-concealed panic and Delia kept the upper hand. Good girl. They whispered things Fiona couldn't hear and so she walked away, cursing her failing senses. At least she could see where she was going.
Fiona caught them again another day. She had seen it coming. Christ, everyone with eyes in their head saw this one coming. The pair of them was acting like goddamn teenagers, silly, love struck and blissfully unaware of their surroundings. It was just slightly sickening. Did they honestly think they were hiding anything with those looks?
They had disappeared into the greenhouse again. They had most of their time alone in the garden lately, but they seemed to forget that Fiona, who still hadn't had their issue with the witch hunters solved, was free to walk in at any time. She walked through the door just as her daughter pulled the swamp witch in for a passionate kiss. There were no desks to support them this time and they clung to each other, as if their lives depended on the contact. Neither them noticed her entering. Fiona scoffed to herself, thinking love really does make one blind. Or in her daughter's case, garden utensils.
It wasn't that she didn't like seeing her daughter happy and in love and all that, but for once Fiona was trying to do something for the coven and the support she was receiving at the moment was downright disappointing. What's become of the world when you mortal enemy is more useful than your own coven, your own flesh and blood? Outrageous. And she really could do without the noises.
"My, there's more than cocktail making going on in here", she said, loud enough to make both of them flinch and jump apart.
"Fiona…" Cordelia gasped. The Stevie Nicks wannabe looked like she had no clue which leg to stand on.
"Well, what have we here", Fiona continued, acting as though she was surprised. "Our very own interpretation of 'The Princess and the Stable Boy.'"
Not Fiona minded that much. She didn't care really. She had given up on trying to understand the shifting in human sexuality. Apparently these days it changed as fluently as putting on a new pair of socks. She came from simpler times and she had no interest in understanding these. However, any chance she had to break her daughter out of her shell and make her stand up for herself had the potential to turn into a valid lesson, so she poked at her whenever the opportunity presented itself.
For a moment or so, Cordelia just looked shocked, perhaps even frightened. But not ashamed. That was new. She stood up straight and threw Fiona a brave smile.
"Mother, you know Misty." Her ruined face turned slightly towards the curly haired, who looked laughably uneasy. A gentle graze from Cordelia's hand seemed to relax her though. Fiona studied the act of her daughter putting her new lover to ease. There was something new to this, something about her taking on the protective role, instead of some degrading picture of a mousy housewife she had led herself into before.
"I certainly do", she then replied with a chuckle. She wasn't done. She knew what buttons to press. "Now, is this how you educate your students? Because I think we need to put up a poster somewhere then. Or a rainbow flag, isn't that what you kids use these days?"
"You know me better than that mother, despite your lack of effort. While Misty is a student at the academy, she's also my girlfriend." The swamp witch flinched visibly and shot a surprised look to her side. "Or she will be, if she wants to. Now I know you despised Hank, but Misty has nothing to do with-"
"Oh don't give me the speech Cordelia, you can date whoever you want, I don't care. I do prefer this one over that trigger happy piece of filth, I must admit. God knows that doesn't take much. And what do you know, the infertility issue is out of the way too." Fiona looked from one woman to the other. Cordelia stood calm and awaiting, while Misty was tripping nervously beside her, her eyes fixed on Cordelia. Fiona had a hunch they hadn't quite solved the labels yet. "Well, I shall disturb you no more. When you two are finished not making babies, come join me in the house, we need to sort out a way to deal with your ex-husband and the rest of the hunters."
Fiona turned and left them then. Her failing ears caught the sound of Misty's southern drawl, asking: "Do ya mean all of that? About me bein' y…" She didn't need to listen for the rest, she knew the story. As long as Cordelia kept her head in the game and kept it together, she could do whoever she pleased. Fiona wasn't going to stand in her way. The newfound confidence even suited her. With a little luck, Swampy could imprint that power of hers onto Cordelia. That happened sometimes, when powers grew and with her royal blood, it should be possible. Then something useful might even come of this.