⌘ 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.༄ ⌘
Four walls. One door. One window.
The cell feels like all the girl's ever known.
Cold, dark and depressing; with no one to speak a word...
❦ But I promise you this, I'll always look out for you. ❦
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Reunited
New Orleans
I miss him already..
I added a bit more shading to the drawing I did of Micheal in my journal, before catching a cab to reunite with my coven.
I wonder how they've been since I left.
The drive there, I put my headphones in to listen to some Fleetwood Mac, feeling somewhat numb. I was excited to see everyone again, but something just didn't set right in my stomach about leaving Hawthorne so suddenly.
I step out of the taxi, and stood in front of the school. It looked exactly the same as before. It had been a couple years since I was last here, but nothings changed. Everything seemed normal.
I open the front doors and head inside. The whole place was silent. "Hello?" I call out but no one answered. I walk up the stairs and into mine and Zoe's old room and sat my stuff down.
I furrow my brows.
Something's up. This house has never been this quiet.
"Cordelia?" I knock on the door to her office and it creaks open, "Miss Cordelia?" I step in and notice the back of her chair facing me. Someone sat in it with a cigarette in hand, they're poofy orange locks escaping out the sides of the chair.
"Excuse me, where's Miss Cordelia?" I ask them.
"Out." She replies. I walk cautiously up to the desk, "Where is everyone?"
"Practicing they're magic of course, my dear."
I couldn't understand why she was sitting in the Supreme's rightful seat. I quirk a brow, "Well if I may be so bold, who the hell are you?"
They turn around slowly and an elderly witch with big black framed glasses and red lipstick started back at me.
The corner of her lips curve into a smirk, "The name's Myrtle Snow."
✞✞✞
The witch in the painting down the hall— Cordelia brought her back.
Myrtle and I wait on each side of the front doors as the rest of the girls of the school walk through them. Myrtle said Cordelia took them on a kind of witches' retreat so they could relax and practice they're magic in a new environment.
