Since I'm going to keep writing more chapters of this story, here you have some details: Cordelia is the Supreme, Misty and Madison aren't dead and Zoe and Queenie are members of the council along with Myrtle, who wasn't burned at the stake for a second time. This chapter is set two days after the first one.

A week after going public about the witches and their powers in a television interview, Myrtle had advised the Supreme to raise money for the academy by throwing a fund-raiser party, inviting members of the high society of New Orleans into the school's grounds. "And, if we're going to throw a party of those characteristics, we need to dress appropriately." Myrtle had said. And now, a few hours before the party, the headmistress and the original members of the coven were in a luxurious shop of the center of the city. The place was full of gorgeous fancy dresses and, after begging for half an hour, Zoe had finally convinced Cordelia to try on an exquisite long dress that accentuated her curves. Madison, feeling at home, was outside talking to an employee, moment that Cordelia took advantage of to show the girls her looks without having to hear the actress' sarcastic comments.

"Well, how do I look?" she said,

"You look lovely, dear." Myrtle said, looking at the headmistress.

"You look great!" Zoe and Queenie exclaimed at the same time.

"Whoa, you... You look hot." Misty said, causing the other women to look at her. "I mean... you look great, Miss Cordelia." she added, lowering her gaze to her lap. While the other girls had occupied the comfortable armchairs, Misty had decided to sit on the carpet that covered the space, her legs crossed. I shouldn't have said that. But Cordelia looks so beautiful... And she deserves to be told that she's hot. I mean, beautiful. Control yourself, Misty. Cordelia was wearing a tight silver dress with open back, and looked like one of the classic Hollywood stars that starred in those black and white movies. She was admiring herself in a full-sized mirror, incapable of moving. Silence fell in the shop, and Misty saw what looked like a tear running through Cordelia's cheek.

"Okay girls, time to give Cordelia alone time." Myrtle said, also noticing the tear. Zoe and Queenie looked at each other before standing up and walking out of the room and joining Madison on the search for the perfect dress. "Are you coming, Misty?"

"Uh, yes." Misty said, finally taking her eyes off the Supreme and starting to get up.

"Stay. I'll need someone to help me unzip the dress."

"Okay..." Control yourself, Misty. She saw Myrtle looking at them with a smirk on her face, getting her purse and walking out of the room."Are you okay?" she finally said after the door finally closed.

"Yes. It's just that it feels weird."

"The dress? Yeah, that ain't comfortable."

"No, I meant all of this. Being the leader of the coven, being recognized on the streets, not having my mother here to tell me what to do next." she said, looking at her reflection in the mirror and suddenly bursting into tears. Without any second thought, Misty took the woman in her arms and guided her head onto her shoulder, running softly a hand through her hair. "I know she doesn't deserve any tears, but I miss her so much." Cordelia whispered. It was strange how comfortable she could feel with Misty. It had been only two nights since they had started to share Cordelia's bed, and the headmistress didn't know how much time she could contain her feelings. She had fallen madly in love with the swamp witch, and there was nothing she could do to not to feel her heart jump every time the other woman looked at her or every time she appeared on her bedroom door. The memory of last night crossed her mind.

"Cordelia?" Misty said.

"Yes?"

"I can't sleep. My room is very dark and it has no windows and it's kinda creepy." Cordelia knew she wasn't lying. With Myrtle moving into Fiona's old bedroom and Queenie getting her own room back, the witch had finally been located on a small room at the end of the corridor, a space that was usually used for storage and that still had to be emptied.

"I told them that it wasn't a good idea. Come here." the supreme told her, patting the covers beside her. Misty ran to the bed, covering with her body with the sheets and moving to hug Cordelia, just like she had done the night before.

"I miss my garden."

"We could buy more flowers and plant them on the greenhouse."

"I also miss my swamp."

"We could go there tomorrow."

"Tomorrow we have that stupid party."

"Oh, that's right. On sunday, then?"

"Okay." she answered. "Thank you." she added before falling asleep between the headmistress' arms.

"It's okay." she heard Misty say. The swamp witch hadn't seen a lot of her mother, and everything that Misty knew about Fiona were horrible things, so that was the last answer the headmistress expected from her. Still resting her head on her shoulder, she heard the witch going on talking. "She wasn't a good woman, but she was your mama. You have the right to miss her; you have the right to cry for her." Misty said, pressing her body close to her own. It's funny how the tables have turned, Cordeliathought. The other night I rescued her and now she's rescuing me.

"But I don't want to cry for her." Cordelia answered, pulling apart and wiping her tears with her hand. "She was mean to me; she humiliated me every time she had the chance to do so. She always said I wasn't smart, beautiful or good enough like her."

"But you are, Cordelia. You are even better than her." Misty said. She inhaled and made the headmistress turn around, both of them facing the mirror. She put her hands on the Supreme's shoulders. "You may look like Fiona, but ain't nothin' like her."

"What do you mean?"

"Fiona was the devil, but you are the kindest person I have met in my whole life. Also, you are very smart, and you really look good, with or without that dress."

"How do you do that?"

"What?"

"Finding the exact words to make me feel better."

"I don't know." the witch answered, her gaze finding Cordelia's through the mirror. The swamp witch had been standing behind her all the time, with her hands on her shoulders. Tension suddenly filled the air, at the same time that silence fell through the room. Damn she looks hot, Misty a moment they could not hear anything except each other's breathing. "Are you taking this one?" Misty finally said, looking at the dress.

"Yes."

"Need help to unzip it?"

"Yes, please." Cordelia said, trying to ignore the awkward tone of the witch's voice. She saw Misty looking for the zip on the sides of the dress. "No, it's... it's on the back."

"On the… oh." Misty said, suddenly realizing that the zipper was on Cordelia's lower back. "It's really small. I meant the zipper, not your ass. Your ass is nice." she blurted out. "Wait, I didn't mean to say that out loud. Shit." she added, putting her face between her hands, trying to hide how embarrassed she was. But then she heard Cordelia's laughter, that laugh that she wanted to hear so many times from now on. Misty started to laugh with her, suddenly forgetting her own embarrassment. She felt Cordelia's hand on her face, slowly caressing her face before turning around again.

"C'mon, you adorable dork, unzip me."