*Y/N's POV*
It's been 30 minutes. For 30 minutes now I am staring at the little paper card that Fiona handed me last night. Should I call? I think as I am chewing on my bottom lip. During the last half hour I went through every single scenario in my head, about what could possibly happen when I call. From the possibility that a complete stranger picks up the phone and tells me that I imagined everything, that there are no witches and that I have a serious halluzination problem, to the fact that it might be Delia who picks up and I will suddenly lose the ability to speak. Is there a witchcraft power that stops the overthinking? I think sarcastically, Just do it god damn it...
With trembling fingers I dial the number and press the little green icon. Impatiently I wait for the toot to stop. Can someone please pick up the phone before my anxiety makes me hang up again??
"Goode," an annoyed female voice answers the phone.
"Is this Fiona speaking?" I ask, sounding more insecure than I hoped I would.
"Look who it is... ready to finally make some sense of your life?" Fiona chuckles after recognizing my voice.
"Say where and when..." I say, finally embracing the unknown.
"I'll send you the address and expect you to be here at 3 pm. Be punctual," Fiona instructs and I hum approvingly to show her I understand.
"I am a stripper, I'm never late. Being late means loss of money," I answer.
"Whatever..." Fiona says unimpressed and adds, "Oh and y/n?"
"Yes?" I ask
"Wear something black," she says and hangs up.
I can't help but feel a tone of butterflies in my stomach, imagining the possibility of seeing Delia again, catching her by surprise teaching a class.
***
"Right on time..." says Fiona after opening the door of a huge white mansion, "if there is something I appreciate in someone is punctuality... well done, you've managed to score your first points"
"Tread carefully Fiona, if someone here is trying to appeal to someone else, it's the other way around... You're here to convince me to stay..." I say, letting her know how skeptical I am about the whole thing. I am just here to see Delia again...
"Well someone is also bratty, aren't you?" She raises an eyebrow.
"When you're raised with the wolves you don't trust the dogs..." I say skeptically, "the question is..." I do a dramatic pause, looking Fiona in the eyes, "can you trust the witches? ''
"No, Ms. Y/n," she says grinning back, "the thing is, you're a witch as well, so the right question is,... Do you trust yourself?"
"Will you let me in now or what?" I say, not wanting to think about her last statement too much. She steps aside and makes an inviting gesture with her hand. I walk in a few steps and look around. The high ceiling and the white colored walls filled with paintings of what seemed like important people, making the place seem bright and inviting, the opposite of the club. Fiona walks past me, accompanied by the sound of her heels on the wooden floor.
"Follow me," she simply says and I do so.
Walking across the corridors of the place we could perceive a couple of young ladies teaching a small class around a table, making flowers change color with their minds. Wow... That's crazyyy... Could I ever do that?
"That young witch standing up at the front of the table is Zoe," Fiona whispers to not interrupt the class, "She's one of our prodigies here... she masters 5 of the 7 wonders..."
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Incognitus / Cordelia Fanfiction
Fiksi PenggemarWhat happens if the Supreme of a rising coven finally explores a part of herself that she had been hiding all her life? When Cordelia's most intimate fantasy materializes into someone not just close to home, but also close to the heart? Is the lifes...
