Eleuthero, Ashwangandha, Oregano, Cordelia thought to herself as she crushed the herbs. Silver Springs by Stevie Nicks played in the background. It had become tradition for Cordelia to play Misty's old CDs while working in the greenhouse, to honour the swamp witch's memory. Cordelia hummed along to the tune, every word reminding her of the girl's peaceful and eccentric manner.

"Do you need the Rosemary dried or fresh, Cordelia?" Zoe asked, snapping the headmistress out of her daydream.

Zoe had been helping her in the greenhouse a lot lately. She appreciated the company, but suspected that Zoe was only spending time with her out of pity.

"Actually, I need the oil," Cordelia replied. "Can you extract it for me?"

Zoe nodded and got to work. Cordelia checked the recipe for the elixir one more time; it was one of Myrtle's concoctions. She had found it the previous night under a stack of papers on her desk, unable to recall when she had put it there or what, exactly, the elixir was for. Oddly, the recipe had been folded and addressed to her. She was going to file it in the drawer with all the other recipes, but when she touched it, a vision had been triggered. A vision of Misty bolting upright and gasping on the living room floor, in the exact spot where she had died. She was surrounded by Zoe, Queenie, Cordelia herself, and and a fourth figure, who was facing away from her.

The potion was still a mystery to Cordelia, but her vision had been enough to convince her that this way her sliver of hope. Her chance to save Misty.

She looked up for a second, and her eyes caught Zoe's. The girl smiled shyly and looked down, pretending the be extra engrossed in extracting rosemary oil. Zoe was normally a polite and friendly girl, though she was often grumpy. This sudden nervousness wasn't like her at all, and Cordelia wished she knew what was wrong so she could comfort her. It was almost like the young witch was hiding something from her. She knew, however, that it was probably best to leave Zoe to herself, so that she did, looking back to her own work.

After an hour, the potion was finished. Cordelia set it on the table in front of her, and began to say the incantation.

"No!" Zoe snatched the potion from the table. "You- you can't say it yet. It's not the right time."

Cordelia placed her hand on Zoe's shoulder. She was flustered and tense, like a balloon about to pop. "How do you know that, Zoe?" she asked, controlling the tone of her voice so she wouldn't upset the girl. Zoe looked ready to burst into tears. "It's okay, you can tell me anythi- oh!"

Visions flashed through her second sight: a dark pink paste in a jar, rough wood against her back, the feeling of being penetrated with - what is that? Fingers?! Cordelia cringed at odd sensation and flinched away from Zoe. The girl looked at her in terror, fully aware of what she'd just unwittingly shared with the headmistress.

"Zoe, I'm sorry," Cordelia pleaded, "I didn't intend to- I can't always control when I get these visions." She was always careful who she touched, in case she discovered something accidentally. She didn't want to expose anyone's secrets.

Zoe took a deep breath and perched on the table, still clutching the jar of elixir. "It's okay, Cordelia, I should have told you before. It's just- I know it's not something you'll wanna hear."

Cordelia sat down next to her. "I've been the supreme for three weeks now, but I've known the true meaning of the supremacy for much, much longer. I took on that role when it was clear to me that Fiona would avoid it like death, until both came to claim her. It's my responsibility to protect the coven and everyone in it, to the best of my ability." She turned to race the girl, "if I'm going to do that I'll need to know what this elixir is for and how you know about it. And what happened here that you're so afraid of."

Zoe nodded, a tear falling of her face into her lap. "Misty loves me. Or at least, she thinks she does." A sob escaped from her coiled up body, and she buried her face in her hands.

Cordelia's heart broke in two. Misty loved Zoe, she wanted Zoe. Her heart raced and her beautiful blue eyes lit up at the sight of Zoe. It was perfectly natural, for two teenagers to be in love. For unrequited love between teenagers (Cordelia had had enough of that when she was young). So why did Zoe's confession hurt her so much? Why did she hate the idea of the ethereal swamp witch loving someone else? "Oh, Zoe..." she comforted, at a loss for something actually comforting to say.

"I was helping her in the greenhouse about a week before the Seven Wonders and...we had sex. I'm not a lesbian, or even bisexual. I was attracted to her, but it wasn't natural. I think it was some kind of sexual magic. Maybe I'm programmed to have sex with women because I'll kill guys. But then wouldn't I just be a lesbian?" She put her hands to her temples, "I'm sorry, you could probably do without this. I don't know why it happened, but it happened.

The headmistress was stunned. She'd expected Zoe's confession to be an argument she had with Misty or that she knew something else about the swamp witch, not sex with her, anything but sex with her. It was magic, Cordelia thought, some strange side effect or Zoe's powers, or maybe Misty's. It not genuine love between them. The strangest thing, however, was that Cordelia felt a worm of jealousy writhe inside her. She should have been repulsed by the thought of having sex with Misty, but instead, she was...intoxicated.

She forced her bitterness towards Zoe to the back of her mind, and leaned towards the girl, hesitant to speak in case whatever she she alarmed her. She wanted to leave Zoe in privacy, but she had to know what happened here. "Is that why you pushed the best botany table to the back of the greenhouse and told me you'd spilled essence of hemlock all over it? You didn't want me to touch it, in case I had a vision of you and Misty." Goddammit, Cordelia realised she sounded annoyed.

Zoe nodded in response. She was obviously upset by Cordelia's tone.

"It doesn't sound like Misty's situation is you fault, Zoe," Cordelia reassured in an attempt to comfort the young witch. "Why would what happened between you two get Misty stuck in hell? If anything," - it hurt her to say this - "the memory of you is probably making her happier down there."

Zoe shook her head. "No, I haven't told you everything." The girl exhaled slowly, "The night before the Seven Wonders, I told her I didn't love her," her eyes brimmed, and Cordelia braced herself for what Zoe was about to say, "I just left her there, crying. I didn't know what to do!" The young witch sobbed loudly, hiding her face in her hands. Cordelia wanted to pat her back or hold her hand or show some kind of reassurance, but she was scared of what her second sight would see.

"Never mind that, we're going to save her from there. Now tell me everything you know about this potion."

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The council sat around the living room table, Misty's ashes in the centre, and intensity hanging in the air. Cordelia had explained to the girls what their rescue plan was, and enlightened Queenie about the situation between Zoe and Misty, omitting the details of what happened in the greenhouse. Queenie was only fourteen years old, and mature as she was, Cordelia didn't feel comfortable approaching the subject.

"Let's go over our plan of action," Cordelia urged, in her best authoritative voice.

Queenie folded her arms. "We just heard it! Not sure about Sabrina here, but I'm not gonna forget how long it just took you to explain."

Cordelia glared at the girl. "Queenie, this isn't a damn game. This is our mission to save one of our sister witches and you will take it seriously." Queenie blinked in surprise, but stayed silent. Maybe that was harsh, Cordelia thought. She was so passionate about saving Misty, and the swamp witch did something strange with her emotions.

She cleared her throat. "On The night of Monday the 16th, three days from now, we all gather right here, where you girls lay down for the trial of Descensum. Kyle will stand guard to stop anyone interrupting us. I will bring a knife for emergency, but other than that, we bring nothing, in case it interferes with the rescue." She paused, and the girls nodded their understanding. "We pour her ashes exactly where she was lying and lay out the clothes she was wearing the day she...departed. She's likely to be naked when she gets back, and she'll be bewhildered enough without that embarrassment. Zoe drinks some binding potion and says her part of the incantation. Queenie and I then drink some and say our part together. I send Zoe to sleep with magic, and we all go to Hell together."

"What then?" Zoe asked. "How are we actually gonna get her out? You never explained that part."

"And why wait till Monday?" Queenie joined in, "why can't we do it tonight? Are you scared to do a ritual on Friday the 13th, Cordelia?"

Cordelia smiled. "That, girls, is where our fourth person comes in. She won't join us in that realm, but she will act as a beacon to get Misty's attention and lead her back to our world." Queenie and Zoe leaned forward, intrigued. "To answer your question, Queenie, our fourth person is quite a way away right now, and we need to give her time to get here."

Zoe's face twisted in confusion, "I don't get it. Who is this fourth person? Is she a witch?"

"Yes she is," Cordelia replied, "I'm sure she'll be more than happy to help our friend in need." She stood up, and walked over to the phone. "In fact, I'm going to call her right now."

Cordelia glanced back at her council, who were sharing quizzical looks. She picked up the receivers and dialled the number. After four rings, someone picked up.

"Hello, this is Cordelia Goode. I'm the headmistress of Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, daughter of Fiona Goode. Who am I speaking to?"

The voice on the other end chuckled. "Congratulations, Cordelia. I heard all about your supremacy. This is Stevie Nicks."