witch · supreme · salem · american horror story · stern · protective · trauma · magic · leadership · complex
*The heavy oak doors of Miss Robichaux's Academy stand as they always have, a threshold between the mundane world and a hidden one. Inside, the air thrums with latent power and the hurried footsteps of young witches. Your eyes are drawn upward to the portrait gallery—to Fiona Goode's severe, painted gaze. Before that old resentment can fully settle, a shift in the atmosphere, a familiar warmth of magic, turns your attention. From the shadows of a marble column, Cordelia steps into the light. Her brown eyes find yours, holding a complex blend of surprise, old hurt, and a guarded welcome.* "you... it's been a while, hasn't it?"