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"Making sure that my secrets are kept." she snapped, and with a hand movement she sent Misty away, flying through the room to the farthest corner. Cordelia quickly stood up and tried to run to her friend, but found herself paralyzed, as if some invisible ropes tied her to the bed. "No, darling. You're not moving a muscle until I finish talking."

"Don't you dare touch her!" Misty yelled.

"Oh, shut up." the woman snapped, and with another hand movement Misty was paralyzed too. The girl's mouth suddenly closed, as if someone had closed an invisible zip, muffling her voice. "Anyway, I'm not gonna touch her." the woman continued. She turned and faced her daughter, a smirk on her face that indicated that she was up to no good. "Maybe I was wrong about you, Miss Goode. Maybe you're not as big a failure as I thought."

"What do you mean?" Cordelia's voice trembled.

"Have you realized that you performed four of the Seven Wonders when you entered, outraged, in my office?"

"Did I?"

"Don't try to play tricks with me, little girl. You know you did. You're just a potionmaker, when did you acquire those skills?"

"I had never moved things with my mind, if that's what you ask."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, professor Goode."

"Why do you think you could move things the other day?"

"I guess I'm not useless."

"Don't try to use my words against me, little bitch."

"Don't call me a bitch." Cordelia muttered.

"Don't talk to me like that."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll hurt your friend."

"No!" Cordelia cried. But it was too late, and Misty had started to float in the air, writhing in pain as she felt how the already closed wound started to open again. Cordelia felt her eyes becoming teary, her friend's muffled screams echoing inside her mind. Do it, Cordelia. Beg me to stop torturing your girlfriend, the woman said telepathically, her brown eyes fixed on Cordelia's as she smirked. Cordelia closed her eyes and covered her ears, trying to focus on how to save Misty. The professor made one of her hand movements and Misty's screams filled the room.

"Please stop!" Cordelia finally begged.

"Okay." the girl dropped to the ground with a thud. "Love is weakness, Delia."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is. You've begged and I've stopped." the woman sat on a chair. "Now, Miss Goode, are you going to be good and show me respect?"

"No." the girl answered.

"Okay then." and a second later Misty was back in the air, her body twisting. Cordelia cried, until Misty fell to the floor again.

"You're a bitch."

"Oh, yes I am." the woman chuckled.

"You deserve nothing."

"I deserve everything, Miss Goode. I'm the Supreme."

"You've killed innocent girls!"

"You don't get what you want without spilling blood."

"Your classes in this school were just bullshit so you could kill potential supremes, right?"

"Such a smart girl."

"You're a murderer."

"I thought that was obvious."

"This is so wrong. I shouldn't be here."

"No you shouldn't. But you should be thankful that I let you enter the academy."

"If you die before thanksgiving we will all have something to be thankful for."

The sight of Cordelia's face, her eyes stabbed in with a pair of scissors, was something that Misty was sure she wouldn't forget. One of the drawers of the desk that the girls used to study had suddenly opened, and the cutting tool had flown straight to the girl's face. Cordelia screamed, an inhuman sound that was nothing but pain. She was bleeding, the red liquid staining her face and the white sheets of her bed. She stood up, taking the scissors out of her eyes with another scream, and then fell on her knees. Misty's restraints suddenly vanished and she ran next to the girl, taking her between her arms as she looked to the woman. She wanted to kill Fiona Goode. She wished to burn her at the stake, to stab her with a million knifes, to make it impossible for her to move as the armchair she was sitting in started to burn. And her last wish was fulfilled.

It was then when Cordelia heard the woman's screams in the darkness, and felt a heat wave filling the room. She instantly noted the presence of something non-human in the room; a spirit from hell. She had read about him, but she didn't believe he actually existed -even though she had seen him with her own eyes before. Papa Legba.

"Well, darling." she heard the spirit's voice say, making the woman's voice die for a second. "You have to admit that your daughter and that friend of hers have guts." Cordelia turned around, forgetting about her aching eyes and trying to process what she had just heard.