Side note, this story will follow some of what happened in Coven, but I'm choosing to be creative with other details, ie Cordelia and her little person and Misty not being dead and all. The Academy being open to the public and stuff like that is the same, but Hank will have played a slightly different role in this story. Thank you to all that have read so far and I hope you enjoy this update!

Across town Misty was experiencing similar emotions to Cordelia. She couldn't figure out if she was more excited or more nervous for their dinner tonight. The flower shop had been mostly dead all day, with the exception of a few regulars coming in to pick up arrangements that they had called in early this week. There were no new orders so she did not have anything to work on. All of her plants and flowers were watered, those that needed to be pruned were pruned, and all of the rest were rotated so that they could get sufficient sunlight. She was now just standing at her counter, trying to figure out if she had missed anything. When she decided that she hadn't, she changed her "open" sign to "closed", locked the door, and headed upstairs to the loft that she called home. It had proved to be convenient to have one of the buildings with a built in upstairs apartment. Everything that was important to her was under one roof.

As soon as she ascended the stairs, she opened the connecting door and placed the shawl that she had been wearing on the old sofa in her living room. Being a loft, she tried to break up the space the best she could with furniture and room dividers. Everything she owned was bought from local antique stores, with the majority of her furniture being older than she was. Her prized possession sat on a wooden table in the corner of the room. She immediately walked over to it, this prized item being a vintage record player, and shuffled through her records until she found her first pressed vinyl of "Rumors". The crackling sound soon faded into the beginnings of "Second Hand News" as she moved toward her kitchen to fix a cup of tea. While she waited for the kettle to sound, she found her thoughts wondering to Cordelia. She had cursed herself for not getting her number at the coffee shop. She had assumed that she was never going to call, only being polite in taking her card. When she received her text earlier today, she had been pleasantly surprised. She found herself drawn to the other woman, but she still had so many questions.

The first, and probably most important one, is in regards to Olivia's father. From the way Cordelia stopped herself when it came to her last name, Misty assumed that whatever happened must have been recent. Was this guy still in the picture? Or did the relationship end badly? Just the thought of someone hurting Cordelia made her blood boil. From their time together in the coffee shop, she seemed to be nothing but kind and caring, not to mention an outstanding mother. She would have to make a mental note to try and bring up the subject. Her other main question surrounded the academy at which Cordelia was headmistress. She didn't seem to want to give away many details about it, which only served to confuse Misty. At this, Misty went to her open laptop on the kitchen counter and pulled up a new browser. She typed "Miss Robichaux's Academy" into the search bar and hit enter. There were several recent articles written about the school, but one in particular caught her eye. Next to the headline was a picture of Cordelia who looked like she was giving an interview. Out of curiosity, Misty clicked on the link. The page that she was brought to contained the video of the interview and Misty could not stop herself from hitting play. As the interview started, Misty could tell that it was somewhat recent because Cordelia's hair was the same as when she met her. Misty's breath caught when she heard the words that the woman was speaking. These "exceptional young ladies" were witches and apparently so was Cordelia. Misty knew now why the woman stood out to her. She now remembers seeing a picture of her in one of the local newspapers. How could she have forgotten this?

Misty had to take a step back from her computer and take a couple deep breaths. She was startled out of her trance like state by the shrill sound of her tea kettle. She stepped over to her stove to remove the kettle and turn off he burner. She poured her tea, still not completely aware of what she was doing, and took a seat at her breakfast nook So, Cordelia was a witch. And she wasn't just any witch, she was the head witch, the "Supreme". When it all finally settled in, a wave of relief settled over the curly haired blonde. What most people did not know about Misty is that she herself is a witch. She has kept this to herself for as long as possible. The news only got out when she revived a small bird, a decision which almost cost Misty her life. She still shudders thinking about it. She can sometimes still feel the flames as they licked at her feet, slowly consuming her whole body. Now she just had to decide if she should tell Cordelia. The other woman obviously would not be frightened by this revaluation, but she would know that Misty had been doing research on her. Misty's phone buzzed, jolting her out of her thoughts. It was a text from Cordelia. "Well, you've got perfect timing now don't ya," Misty said sarcastically to her phone. She picked it up and read the message.

Cordelia: Should I wear anything specific to this mystery restaurant of yours? ;)

Misty smiled before typing out a response.

Misty: Wear anything you'd like. The place isn't fancy or nothin'. Just wear something comfortable :)

Misty sighed as she leaned back in her chair. She checked the time and realized that she only had an hour before she had to meet Cordelia. "Great," she muttered to herself, "now I still have to figure out what to wear and figure out if I should tell Cordelia or not". She walked across the room to her closet with Stevie still playing in the background. She pulled out a cream colored, lacy dress and smiled. It was one of her favorites. She decided to pair it with a well worn pair of brown combat style boots and a plethora of brass colored rings and bracelets. Her thoughts turned back to Cordelia and she couldn't help but blush when her mind wandered to how beautiful she thought she was. "Get it together, Day," she whispered, "it's not like she would be interested in you or nothin'." She looked back at the clock on her wall, 6:40pm. She needed to get going or she'd be late meeting Cordelia. She grabbed her keys and walked out the door, still not resolved on whether or not she should tell Cordelia about being a witch herself. "Well, here goes nothin'," she said as she locked her door and started to walk toward Bourbon Street.