Cordelia threw open the door to the bathroom. She stopped short and stared at the scene before her. Misty was sitting in a bath full of bubbles. Her blonde hair was flat and wet against her scalp. Her nose and eyes were scrunched up into a grin. Her cheeks were pink and her face was radiant with joy.

"Did you do this?" she asked, gesturing to the room. "I was thinking about my garden back home. And then this."

All around them the room was changing. It was transforming and growing. Out of the basin a plant was sprouting, covered in purple and white flowers. As Cordelia watched, thin vines ran out of the sink, along the vanity and down to the tiled ground. A branch shot out of the plant and knocked the ipod to the floor, abruptly stopping the music.

There was a loud crack and Cordelia turned to see a small tree's branches emerging from the toilet. They reached like gnarled fingers towards the ceiling, sprouting leaves as they grew. The toilet bowl cracked and water began to leak onto the floor. It ran down the widening cracks between the tiles, which were quickly filling with grass and small pink and yellow flowers.

Misty laughed. It was a beautiful sound. Cordelia grabbed her towel and hurried over to her.

"Quickly," she said. "Let's go."

Misty grinned at her. She stood up and stepped carefully out the bath. Cordelia handed her the towel as she glanced wildly around the room, looking out for danger. Misty wrapped the towel around her body.

"What's going on?" Cordelia said.

More tiles cracked loudly. Cordelia looked over to see a rose bush had begun sprouting in the corner.

Misty laughed again. Cordelia looked back to see that the tree's branches had reached the ceiling and were scratching and bumping against it. Every bump shook flower petals from the branches. Misty held her towel up with one hand and held her other hand palm up to catch petals as they fell. They lighted on her shoulders and in her hair.

Cordelia grabbed Misty's arm.

"We have to go!" she said.

But Misty did not allow herself to be led this time. She only smiled and shook her head, raining petals down.

"Don't be afraid of your own power", Misty said. "You're like the moon, pulling at the ocean. But you can pull on anything your heart desires, can't you? How did you know I was thinking about my garden?"

Cordelia shook her head.

"I don't know," she said. "I don't know how to make this stop. The whole Academy will be destroyed."

"Relax," Misty said.

She let the petals she was holding fall to the floor and took Cordelia's hand in hers.

"Close your eyes," Misty said. "Nothing can hurt you."

Cordelia looked at Misty doubtfully. They needed to leave immediately. But Misty's face was resolute. And she wasn't about to use concilium on her. Not knowing what else to do, Cordelia closed her eyes. She could hear the room cracking and groaning. Cold water began to trickle past her feet.

"You need to relax," Misty said.

Cordelia concentrated on the warmth of Misty's hand. She thought she would never touch Misty again. But here they were. She had done the impossible. Misty was right here with her. Nothing would take her away again. No power on earth, in heaven or in hell. Misty was right. She had nothing to fear. She was the Supreme. She sighed and let her body relax.

"Now," said Misty, "It's time to tell the garden to stop growing here. I don't need your help. I'm perfectly safe now, thanks to you. I can just visit the swamps myself."

Cordelia slowly opened her eyes. Misty grinned at her.

Cordelia looked around. The room was completely overgrown. The floor was a mess of flower petals and water. The walls were covered in hanging vines. Plants were sprouting out of cracks everywhere. A full grown tree stood behind Misty. But thankfully it seemed they had all stopped growing. Everything was still.

"You see?" Misty said. "You're amazing!"

Misty held her hand tighter and pulled her closer, laughing. Her eyes shone.

"Misty I..." Cordelia said.

Three loud bangs sounded on the bedroom door. Cordelia jumped and they both looked towards the sound. Cordelia sighed, let go off Misty's hand and went to the door.

It was Kyle. He looked nervous.

"So sorry to disturb you," he said. "But there's a crack in the ceiling downstairs. It's leaking water everywhere."

"Kyle," Cordelia said. "You live in a house full of witches. I'm sure they are more than capable of dealing with this problem."

Kyle opened and closed his mouth but did not speak.

"Goodnight Kyle," she said.

Cordelia gently closed the door. She turned around to see that Misty had changed into one of her nightgowns. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, her long legs dangling, watching Cordelia closely while she towel dried her hair.

Apparently clothes weren't that hard to find after all.

Cordelia sneezed. Misty's brow furrowed.

"You should take a bath," Misty said.

A bath did sound fantastic. But the ensuite was probably out of the question.

"You'll be okay?" Cordelia asked.

"Yeah", said Misty.

She shrugged.

"I would listen to some music," she said. "But you broke Stevie."