Misty stepped into her bedroom, and her nostrils were instantly assaulted with the stench of perfume. Her perfume.

"Shit," she hissed, dropping her bag onto the floor and taking in the damage. The small glass bottle lay smashed on the floor, and the perfume had been dumped onto her bed. Madison, of course, was nowhere in sight, and Misty couldn't wait for her roommate to show up so she could throttle the bitch. She'd had it coming for a long time, but this was the final straw.

Misty's siblings had scrimped and saved for months, and had given the perfume to her for her birthday. It smelt awful, and she rarely wore it, but it was the notion of it that touched Misty so. Madison knew this – and so of course she had destroyed it. Misty hated her so much.

She cleaned up the damage as best she could, putting a towel on her bed to soak up the perfume and scraping the glass into the dustbin with a book, fuming the whole time. The gift had meant a lot to her – her siblings had worked hard to come across enough money, she knew that. Her parents had a fortune, but Misty and her siblings didn't see a cent of it – Ma and Pa were too busy drinking it all away. So the kids had to work if they wanted anything to spend. For her siblings to use their precious money for Misty, only for Madison – who was sent a couple hundred dollars a week by her father – to destroy it just because she didn't like Misty, made Misty's blood fizzle with anger. How dare she?

Madison entered the room as she usually did – with a great deal of ego. "Boy, does it stink in here," she said, smirking. "Go open the window, Swampy."

"You bitch," Misty hissed, jumping to her feet.

"What?" Madison asked, widening her eyes innocently.

"You know what you did."

"I don't sorry, please enlighten me."

"You ruined my perfume."

Madison laughed. Actually, it was more of a cackle – Lord knew the girl was a witch. Misty haed her. "Bitch, that perfume was already ruined, it smelt like a funeral home. I was doing you a favour."

"My siblings sent me that perfume," she said. She didn't care that the perfume was ruined, she cared that her siblings' hard work had been for nothing.

"Boo-fucking-hoo. Tell them next time you'd prefer Chanel. Oh, wait – you can't afford Chanel, how silly of me."

"You shut your mouth right now, Barbie, or I'll-"

"You'll what?" Madison taunted, crossing her arms. "Beat me up? Go ahead, you'll get the paddle and I, for one, would love to see you unable to sit down for a week."

"Just you wait," Misty said through clenched teeth. "Just you wait."

"I'm known for my patience," Madison said, still smiling. "It's not like you'll do anything."

Misty decided she didn't want to wait, after all. Pushing all thoughts of consequences to the back of her mind, she swung at Madison, her fist colliding with her nose. There was a crack, and Madison shrieked, clapping a hand to her face. "You… you bitch!" she gasped, blood spurting through her fingers.

"Aw, it's okay, Maddie," Misty said, mocking the tone Madison had used earlier. "I'm sure Daddy'll buy you a new nose."

"Go to hell," Madison growled, blood dripping onto the floor.

"I'd love to," Misty said, and shrugged. "Hell can't be worse than sharing a room with you."

Madison lunged at Misty, who stepped smoothly to the side. Madison, disoriented from the bloody nose, stumbled into Misty's bedside table, sending the lamp clattering to the floor. "You're going to get in so much trouble," Madison said, sneering. She scrambled off the floor.

"No I ain't," Misty said. "I was just defendin' myself.

"Defending yourself my ass."

"Far as I know, you were gonna use that glass to slit my throat," Misty said, gesturing to the glass from the perfume bottle. "You know sharp objects are forbidden, don't you, Maddie?"

"You can't prove that I broke it," said Madison. "It could have fallen off the dresser."

"Okay. Let me get this straight. It emptied itself on my bed, and then threw itself onto the floor? Sure, Maddie, sure."

Madison looked alarmed for a second, but then her face relaxed, and she let out a laugh. "Please. Don't make me laugh. Do you even know how much money my parents donated to this school? I wouldn't get into trouble if I murdered someone."

"Wanna bet?" Misty asked.

"Sure. First I'll kill you, and then we can find out what happens. How does that sound?"

"Amazin'."

0o0o

"Ow, ow, ow, Ms Venable, let me go," Misty yelped. Ms Venable had grabbed her by the ear, twisted it, and was dragging her to Miss Robichaux's office. "She hit me first!" That was a lie, of course, but Madison had been a total bitch, and that was reason enough to be hit in Misty's opinion.

"I refuse to believe that," Ms Venable snarled at her, and Misty thought her best option was to remain silent. Ms Venable may look a bit like Cordelia, but she was the opposite of her in personality. Meaning, she was a stone cold bitch. Also, she had a cane and she wasn't afraid to beat the shit out of her students.

"Miss Day was caught hitting her roommate, Madison Montgomery," Ms Venable said gleefully, bursting into Miss Robichaux's office.

Miss Robichaux was sitting at her desk, doing some kind of paperwork. Misty wondered if she ever did anything else – every time Misty saw her, she was in her office doing paperwork. She never went to meals, she never went for walks, she was always just sitting. She looked up at them, uninterested, and sighed. "Really, Miss Day, I am getting very tired of your misbehaviour."

Misty glared at her, sick of it all. "Maddie hit me first!"

"Can you prove that?"

"Well she ain't going to admit it, but I know. She should be punished too."

"Miss Montgomery is currently in no condition to be punished."

"That's some bullshit!" Misty protested, anger surging through her body. Of course Madison would get away unpunished. It didn't matter to them, what she had done – it only mattered that Misty had retaliated. "She only gets away with shit because of her rich Dad, I know it's not because of her kind-hearted personality!"

"Miss Day, that is enough!" Miss Roichaux thundered, standing up. "You will receive your punishment without complaint and then you will return to your room, and if I have to see you in here one more time you will be expelled. Do you understand me?"

Being expelled meant she would be able to escape this horrible place, and it didn't sound half bad to her. But it also meant she would be forced away from Cordelia, and she didn't want that to happen, not if she could help it. So she gritted her teeth, looked at the floor, and promised herself that she would stay out of trouble. "Yes, Miss Robichaux."

It wouldn't be an AHS fic if Misty didn't beat Madison up, in my opinion. Title comes from 'Ooh My Love' by the one and only queen Stevie Nicks.