Hard to Hate You // Michael Langdon

Epilogue

"Nobody likes a show-off," Coco scoffs as she watches Michael rearranging all the furniture in the sitting room.

"This is supposed to be a telekinesis lesson," Madison rolls her eyes.  "Not a home design lesson; although you do need one.  I'm hating the new layout."

"Need I remind you who brought you back from hell?" Michael asks Madison mockingly.

She scoffs.  "Valentina brought me back too."

"In fact, I did most of the work," I add on.  "Michael was only there to prove he meant no harm to the coven."

"Hey!  I did a lot of heavy lifting," Michael protests.

"Like what?  Carrying Cordelia to the couch after she fainted out of shock?" Queenie scoffs.

"In my defense, I have to carry the weight of being the most entertaining person in this coven on my back," Michael retorts.

"I object," Madison crosses her arms.  "It's obvious that I'm the most entertaining person in this coven."

"Bitch please, we all know it's me," Queenie interrupts.

"It's okay, Michael, not everyone has such a false sense of self-assuredness as you," I state sarcastically.

"Haha, very funny," Michael rolls his eyes as the other witches laugh.

"You're just lucky Cordelia let you stay," Queenie remarks.  "You being Antichrist and all."

"You girls are lucky that I let him stay," Cordelia states as she enters the sitting room.  "Otherwise he would've landed on the warlocks' doorstep, and we all know that those imbeciles would have no idea what to do with him."

Mallory, Michael, and I told Cordelia about the whole old timeline and apocalypse, but she decided that it would be best to keep that information from the rest of the witches for now until they trust Michael.  She said that they would never accept him if they knew that he had killed all of them, and I honestly have to agree.

"I think we should take a little field trip to the warlock school," Madison suggests.  "The only boy around here is Michael, and unfortunately it seems that I won't be stealing him from Valentina anytime soon."

"Bitch please, you basically offered yourself up to him when we got you out of hell six months ago," I retort.

"Well you didn't seem to be taking advantage of him," she rolls her eyes.

"Girls, that is enough," Cordelia chuckles as she cuts us off.  Madison and I drop the conversation, knowing that Cordelia will be harsher if she has to warn us a second time.

"What do you need, Miss Cordelia?" Mallory asks, sensing that Cordelia came here to ask us something.

Cordelia sighs.  "Unfortunately, word of our taking in of Michael has gotten out to the warlock school.  Ariel Augustus is insisting that we join the warlock council at a meeting at Hawthorne's."

"Outpost 3?" I ask.

All the witches turn to me, confusion etched across their faces.  "What the hell is Outpost 3?" Coco asks.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I shake my head, quickly coming up with a cover-up.  "I used to live not far from Hawthorne's, and we began calling the academy Outpost 3 after they built it underground since it was like a bunker.  Strange name, I know."

"Anyways..." Cordelia continues, trying to get everyone back on track so nobody will question my lie.  

Michael raises a brow at me mockingly after everyone's attention is on Cordelia.  "Really? That's the best you could do?"