My supreme crush - Cordelia x Fem OC

The FBI report

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The morning went by fast as the supreme and you talked with each other on her bed. You talked about your theories of who the unknown witch was. Aka the one who erased your memory. She also talked about you and your identity. When she found you on the sidewalk you didn't have any ID card, nor a phone. Just a wallet with some cash. She told you that she did some research on missing people on the internet yesterday, and found someone who looked exactly like you. It was a picture of a girl with short fluffy blonde hair with amber eyes and pale skin. The girl— or you— looked much younger though, and you were laughing with someone else. A boy. His hair was also blonde and fluffy, but a bit shorter than yours. And instead of amber eyes, he had hazel. His features looked slightly fierce with a slightly faded scar on his cheek, unlike you with a round and soft face. Anywho, you figured that that stranger must be related to you, if not even your twin.

It scared you.

Before your memory-loss, you had a life. You had a family, friends, maybe even pets and a job! You had a childhood and you actually knew who you were. Now... Now the only life you knew was the coven. And honestly, you wanted it to stay that way.
You didn't want to go back to your stranger family, wherever they were. You enjoyed the company with Cordelia, Cassandra and Avril.
But you also knew that your family must be devastated, not knowing where you are and stuff. They might even think you're dead, and now grieving.

You sighed and looked at Cordelia.
"Can i see the picture of me and the boy?" you asked and she answered with a nod. You followed her out of her room and into her office. Her office was only a door away from her bredroom. She walked towards her desk with a quick pace, you trailing slighty off. She turned swiftly and sat down on the chair, immidiately typing with her fingers on a keyboard. She typed so fast, it almost looked like some type of dance.
You were now behind her, looking at the screen of her computer. She clicked on a website and images of people started appearing. She scrolled down until she saw the picture you had requested.
"Here," she said pointing to the screen before she crossed her arms and leaned down on her chair.
"We look so alike-"
"Mhm.." she hummed.
You took a moment to gaze at the picture. You had known this guy once. And it looked like you were really close there. You looked at the title.

"TESS CHEVERON & ALIN CHEVERON"

Alin must be the boy's name. So that means....
"My real name is Tess Cheveron..." you mumbled, mostly to yourself. Cordelia stayed quiet and watched you closely. She noticed your troubled expression.
"Are you okay? I understand this might be a lot to take in."
You didn't answer her and instead grabbed the mouse, bending slightly forwards so you could see the screen better. You scrolled down and read the description.

"Date(s) of Birth: February 14th 1995.
Place of Birth: Tarrytown, New York.
Hair: Butter Blonde.
Eyes: Amber and hazel.
Height: 5'3 & 5'7.
Weight: 103 & 125 pounds.
Sex: Female and male.
Race: White.

REWARD: The FBI is offering over $35,000 for information of the twins' disappearance.

REMARKS: Tess has a birthmark on her right shoulder. Both of her ears are pierced. Alin has a scar on his left cheek.

DETAILS: The Cheveron twins were last seen on camera together late at night of October, 2012 Laurel, Missisippi. They left after eating a meal at Wendy's. There has been no sign of them ever since."

You frowned as you stared at the screen. You were done reading, but you didn't want to move just yet.
"So.." you started off quietly. "My name is Tess Cheveron. I'm 20 years old. I went missing 3 years ago and i have a twin named Alin."

Cordelia studied you quietly. This was a new side of you. She couldn't read your expression this time, which bothered her. You were always so easy to read. Now, you were staring blankly at the screen. You wouldn't take your eyes off of the report.

"Yes, that is correct, San— i mean Tess. But how are you feeling?" she asked hesitantly. "This is good, right? We finally know who you are and where you're from."

Finally, you looked away from the screen to meet the worried witch's eyes.
"I.. Don't know. And please— don't call me Tess. I feel more comfortable as Sandy," you answered.
"Okay.."

The room got awkwardly silent.

"Are you going to send me away?"
"Huh?"
"Are you going to send me to the FBI?"
"Not yet. Maybe in a week. Why are you asking?"
You looked down, not meeting her gaze. You could feel your eyes starting to tear up. You cleared your throat before speaking again.
"I don't want to leave," you admitted. "I want to stay. Here."

Cordelia sighed and grabbed your hand resting on the desk, giving it a comforting squeeze. She tilted her head to the side and searched your gaze. You met her eyes.
"But what about your twin? He must be worried sick about you. We have to atleast let him know you're alive," she said with a sympathetic look.
"And how are we gonna do that? Hm? We don't know where he is!" you said, your voice growing loud. You felt angry, scared and confused. Angry and scared due to the thought of leaving this place. This was your home now, you didn't need to get sent away. And you were confused because of how many questions being answered at once. Yet more questions started to pop in your head. Why are we missing? Where is my twin brother? Does Cordelia want me to stay or not? What will happen when, or if, i get sent way?

"Sandy why are you angry? I thought you wanted this! Answers. I've been patient with you, Sandy. But you must realize that your family is out there, worrying about you. I can't keep you here in the academy. It would be too selfish of me."

"Too selfish you say, but then you're given $35,000," you muttered and withdrew your hand from hers. You crossed your arms and turned away to watch out the window instead.

Cordelia looked down on her hand that had been holding yours. She was a bit hurt from your choice of words, and the way you pulled your hand away. She frowned chewed on her lower lip.

"I'm sorry," you muttered after a moment and walked out of the office. You didn't know where you'd be going. You just let your feet lead the way.

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