A New Year at Robichaux Academy

by hotwitchproblems

It's a new year at Robichaux Academy, & along with their new responsibilities as staff & headmaster, Zoe & Cordelia can't help reminiscing about the past troubles & tragedies that plagued the previous year. Zoe begins having visions of a girl who needs her help & starts to question exactly where Madison went. Cordelia can't get over Misty's death & considers using her new powers.

2. Unfamiliar Woes

Cordelia smoothed out her black pencil skirt and straightened the collar on her cream-colored blouse. She touched the pearls of her necklace and shut her eyes, giving out a long sigh. She placed her hands on the black vanity, eyes still shut.

Being the new Supreme had it's perks, and she was glad it was her who had become it, but it also brought along a whole new sense of stress and responsibility. The death of Misty, her mother Fiona, and her adoptive mother, Myrtle, didn't help either.

Every night, after she finished with the new students, along with Zoe and Queenie, she would smile and head off to her bedroom. No reading by the fireplace, or setting out tea and cookies for the girls who couldn't quite get to sleep yet, as the other headmasters and Supremes had done before her. She simply climbed the looming staircase, keeping her composure as she made her way to the master bedroom. She would smile and say 'goodnight' to the occasional student that passed her in the hallway.

Once she closed the doors behind her, she would walk over to her king-sized bed, collapse onto the down comforter, and sob. She always made sure to lock the doors so no new students, or Zoe or Queenie, walked in on her.

She cried until no more tears would come, mourning the loss of some of the greatest witches she knew. Misty's death was the most painful, Cordelia knowing full well she was still stuck in that hell, whatever it happened to be.

Sometimes she became angry at the traditions, cursing those before her who demanded all those possible of being the new Supreme to enter and escape their own personal hell. She cried even more when she remembered how sad and pained her mother had looked, not to mention weak, when she passed.
She didn't know how many times or to what level her mother had 'cheated' the magic system, messing with things she would have been better off not to. But she knew it was enough for whatever dark forces she had dealt with to come back to her after her death and ask for their 'payment'. She knew her mother was not in a happy place. She knew her mother was not in heaven.

She opened her eyes and looked in the mirror, noticing a few tears had fallen down her cheeks. She wiped them away, taking in a deep breath and exhaling, smiling to put on a brave face for the new girls.