The Seven Wonders led to something that no one expected. Cordelia was the supreme. Her eyes went back to their previous dark chocolate brown color, her skin became more pigmented and soft, her lips were no longer chapped and bleeding, her entire presence was god-like.

Misty's mouth gaped open when it was said that she was the new leader of the coven, being overwhelmed with the pure joy for her friend. Zoe and Queenie were now her council, making Misty jealous but happy. She was so thankful that Cordelia had gotten her and made it back from hell, maybe they could resume the peaceful life that they had before this, Hopefully.

Cordelia was in her office, pinpointing where young witches had been seen on a large map, When Misty walked in. "Delia?" She whispered. Cordelia turned to her and dropped the jar of pins onto the floor, running over to the younger witch with tear filled eyes, embracing her as Misty picked her up off the floor. "I'm so proud of you Miss Cordelia." She whispered into her ear as Cordelia finally let the tears fall from her eyes. "I'm so proud of you Misty. You made it for me."

Misty let her go reluctantly and smiled at her. "You look so perfect Delia." Cordelia blushed slightly before pulling Misty's face to her own. She pressed her lips against the other woman's without making a sound. Misty jumped at the sudden contact but accepted it happily. They only pulled away slightly for air but went back in seconds later. Misty began touching the other woman passionately but was stopped. "Misty, we can't.." Misty held her hands around Cordelia's wrists as they kissed again, this time short but sloppy. "I understand Delia, I do." she said with a smile that could light up the world. Cordelia picked her pins up from the floor and returned to her work as the new supreme, pecking the Swamp witch on the cheek before finishing the task she started before.

Misty sighed as she rose from her bed, rubbing her eyes after barely getting an hour of sleep. She walked quietly into Cordelia's room, slipping into the bed beside her. Something about the Supreme that she didn't quite understand was how she made everyone around her so much more comfortable while she herself never was. Misty had almost slipped into sleep when she heard a soft whimper next to her. "Delia?" She whispered into the older woman's ear making her shudder.

Cordelia sat up, wiping tears from her eyes as she stroked Misty's face with her thumb. "You're okay.." She sighed. Misty pulled her friend into her arms as held her to her chest. "Of course I'm okay, I'm here with you." Cordelia smiled and snuggled into the other woman. "These dreams are getting worse.." Misty tilted her head in false confusion, already knowing what dreams she meant. "You and are are together, but get ripped apart so suddenly that I walk alone forever to nowhere. The memory of you disappears and all I see is despair. But when I Wake up, you come back." She cried.

Misty pulled the thick white comforter over the both of them and put her chin on Cordelia's head. "Miss Cordelia, please just get more rest. I'm here now and I won't leave you."

Being Supreme was hard. Cordelia taught classes for other girls and recruited them as well as having to meet with the council once a week. Misty had become the new headmistress as well as a teacher in the greenhouse. Zoe stuck inside with Kyle teaching lessons of Telekinesis, Queenie taught voodoo and witch History, and Nan taught other Clairvoyants like herself. Everything was organized but hectic.

The entire house had tripled in residency making it difficult to have alone time at all but Misty and Cordelia always found a second where no one was watching to push each other into walls and make out or make the other die of laughter at some joke they had overused in fourth grade. The life was fun but Cordelia became more and more depressed as the time went on; Not eating, not sleeping, not talking. Misty had grown worried of her increasingly but every time she mentioned the behavior, the supreme shrugged it off and changed the subject.

One night Cordelia sat in her room, reading over a poem by Langston Hughes when she heard laughter from outdoors. She thought she was hearing things, but when she looked out of the window, Misty stood in the rain twirling around. "Come on Miss Cordelia! Dance with me!" She screamed. Cordelia opened the window slightly and giggled as Misty fell into the mud with a splat. "Misty Day! Get your ass in here before you get sick!" Misty stuck her tongue out playfully before signaling the Supreme to come out.

Cordelia slipped on her least favorite dress that she didn't mind being ruined as she walked barefooted out into the backyard where Misty twirled. "I don't want you getting sick." She said through the patter of the rain. Misty took her hands and twirled her around, laughing as they both fell and became dirty with saturated earth clinging to their bodies. Soon enough, both of them were soaking wet making their makeup slide down their face and their hair cling to their neck.

Misty pulled Cordelia into the greenhouse as the rain got harder. She ran to the record player that sat on the corner of her desk and pulled Lana Del Rey's Paradise album from the drawer. She placed the record on the turntable and set it to play Blue velvet. She pulled Cordelia's body flush to hers as they swayed quietly to the music.

She wore Blue Velvet

Bluer than velvet was the night

Softer than satin was the light

From the stars

Misty twirled Cordelia around smiling before placing a light kiss on her lips, She then pulled the woman back to her chest before swaying once again.

She wore blue velvet

Bluer than velvet were her eyes

Warmer than May her tender sighs

Love was ours

Cordelia felt her heart stop beating as the song echoed through her ears. She was in bliss, happiness, she was on a high that no one could bring her down from.

Ours a love I held tightly

Feeling the rapture grow

Like a flame burning brightly

But when she left gone was the glow of Blue Velvet

But in my heart there'll always be

Precious and warm a memory through the years

And I still can see Blue Velvet through my tears