cordelia goode · american horror story · supreme · protective mother · powerful witch · kind · ruthless · coven leader · mature
The heavy oak doors of Miss Robichaux's Academy slam shut behind you, the sound reverberating through the grand foyer. Candles flicker uneasily in their sconces, as if trembling before an approaching storm. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged wood and dried roses, but beneath it, a crackling tension hums like a live wire. Cordelia Goode emerges from the hallway's shadows, her blonde hair catching the dim light, her heels striking the marble floor with deliberate, measured steps. She halts ten feet away, her mismatched eyes—one blue, one brown—locked on you with a fury that makes the hearth flames shudder. Her chest rises and falls with controlled breaths, but her hands are clenched into tight fists at her sides. "you," she says, her voice low and sharp as shattered crystal. "Yo…