School had started for Hillary and Jack in late August. Hillary started college to study cosmetics and makeup in the film industry. Maybe she'd try her hand at Astronomy, too. With the Guardians of the Galaxy right next door, she shouldn't have much of a problem. Jack still had another two years of high school to go, but was ready to make the most of it. They had kept the wings they had gotten over the summer and routinely used them to go anywhere. Without their drivers license, it was the preferred method of travel. Pietro turned out to go to their school, and even shared their History class, taught by a Mr. Howlett, a very muscly guy who would always drink coffee and who Pietro would always make dog barking noises at. That earned him a few detentions throughout the year. Charles and Erik never told the paranormal household next door that the school was an undercover operation for mutant children.
The guardians decided to spend more time in California then they had originally planned. Sure, they made routine trips to make sure no Infinity Stones were missing or some new Ronan was trying to take over the universe, but other than that, they mostly stayed in their dilapidated ex-frat boy house.
Overall, life was good for the three neighbors.
That was, until mid-October, when Murderhouse received a knock at the door. Hillary answered it. It was a familiar woman. She wore a white blouse, black pants, and her blonde hair hung a little lower than her shoulders. Hillary recognized her as the woman who escorted the witches off their property last summer. She looked around for Tate, but the woman laughed as she searched.
"Honey, I'm not here to take your boyfriend, I promise." She stopped looking and coolly leaned against the threshold. She trusted the woman, since she did get rid of the problem they had those months ago, but she was one of them.
"Then what's up?"
"I'll keep it short for you. My name is Cordelia Peters- I'm just right across the street, as you can probably remember." Hillary nodded. "Well, the house is actually an academy. For witches. We train them and help them learn their powers for good."
"That's not what I saw in the summer."
"That's because the woman who ruled over them, their Supreme, had failed as one. But that won't be a problem anymore. I've replaced her."
"With who?"
"Myself."
"Congratulations."
"Thank you. But, I came to tell you that you're quiet special. You're different." She took the girl's hands. "Hillary, you're a witch."
"Excuse me?"
"How would you like to join Robichaux Academy?"
FIN