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Tw: Eating disorder, anorexia, mention of weight, weight loss, mention of feeding tube,

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There they were, the familiar, pearly gates of Miss Robichaux's academy!

Just kidding they're old and rusty as fuck. But they were the first and last thing I saw leaving this place and I couldn't be happier to be back. I swing them open with my powers as my cab drives off, and make my way to the door. I swing that open too and drop my bags and suitcase to the floor, filled with anxiety.

"Hello?!" I yelled, just to be engulfed by the complete silence of the academy. That was until I heard the sound of Cordelia's heels come quickly patting down the stairs.

"y/n?!" She comes into sight, coming down the final steps of the stairs with a look of relief on her face. We practically ran towards each other with open arms and her warm embrace felt like home. "Oh my god, I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow afternoon after Dr. Staple called!"

"Oh you know me Cordie, full of surprises," I say sarcastically as she moves a strand of hair behind my ear and looks me up and down.

"Happy birthday darling."

I had been in a home for women with mental illnesses for 3 months, under the care of Dr. Ellie Staple. There were ten other women there, all significantly older than me so it felt like a relief to be back surrounded by my "sister witches" once again. Though, I don't think I could ever forget a single one of those damn women.

There was Xandra and Sally, the recovering drug addicts,

Wilhemina, Amanda, and Lana with depression,

Audrey and Harriet for alcoholism.

Ally for some kind of anxious breakdown I don't know.

Tammy with Bipolar,

And finally, the fucking craziest one of all, Diane. For Münchausen syndrome by Proxy.

Then there was that bitch Nurse Carol Aird who wasn't a patient; she just guided therapy sessions and assisted Dr. Staple. Also Alice Macray. She was sweet but was part in forcing me to act on my worst fears so it was a little hard to like her all that much.

"Oh y/n," Cordelia sighs, just looking at my body that hadn't changed since I left. If anything, it was probably a lot smaller. She looked down at my legs that were just clothed with black tights, loose denim shorts, and boots underneath my oversized striped sweater.

"Ugh, Cordelia relax would you?"

That's when I hear the familiar sound of Louboutin heels making their way towards us. I shift my gaze to see none other than Fiona Goode walking towards us, cigarette in hand and hips swaying like a damn cradle.

"Well well well look who the cat dragged in," she laughed with a grin as she pulls me into a hug.

"Hi, Fiona. You're looking well," I say as she pulled away from me, taking my hands in hers.

"Wish I could say the same about you. Jesus, you look even skinnier than you did when you left."
I give her an annoyed glare and flip her off, making her scoff and smack my hand down.

"A little birdie told me that you missed me!" I said enthusiastically, raising my eyebrows and tilting my head.

"Oh bullshit," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Oh please. Don't act all defensive. Queenie told me on the phone."

Before Fiona could further argue, I heard a door slam upstairs. It was Zoe. I hear her voice bouncing across the hall to the other witches.