After the Coven

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Zoe POV

I wake up with a start realizing today is the day. Today is our official grand re-opening of the coven to the witches of the public. As Supreme, I get to welcome all of the new students. On the first opening day, the prior Supreme, Cordelia was assassinated by a straggling member of the previously thought to be eradicated, Delphi Trust Witch Hunters. Tragedy. Queenie stepped down and I became the leader of this coven. Kyle has been by my side ever since, supporting me. When I get frustrated. When I get angry. When I get sad. Just like when I brought him back to life. When he confessed to killing Madison, there was no guilt in his eyes. He might have known what I was thinking because he said, "She wouldn't bring you back to me. She deserved it." And I forgave him. It was almost too easy. Because I knew no matter what, that nothing could ever jeopardize our love. As I think about this, he rolls over to face me. "Are we gonna do this or what?" He said tiredly. I laughed. We kissed. Perfection. Getting ready was quick. Both of us are eager to see the recruits. Now our staff consists of; myself, Kyle, Queenie, Julie, and Jane. Julie and Jane: twin witches that begged to stay after the fiasco on the first recruitment day because they had nowhere else to go. Julie to cook. Jane to clean.

Stomping down the stairs I ask loudly, "Julie, the food and refreshments ready?!" "Yes!" I got in reply. Only a few short moments until they approach! I kiss Kyle affectionately as he passes me on the stairs to get to his position by the door. "I love you." We tell each other. I am wearing a maroon sweater dress with a soft, black fur vest, and black lace-up, ankle boot, high heels. It sounds cheesy but I must say, its good to be the Supreme. Kyle winks, signaling time to open the doors. Excitement radiates through my core as the old door reveals a plethora of young witches. Still I stand, on the stairs not moving a muscle, showing confidence and power. Their faces are nervous or excited, most the latter. Once Queenie is by my side, I start the speech. By the time it is done, I am grinning ear to ear with joy. So are some of them. One hand shoots up, "when do we start?" I filled with pride as I stated, "now." The girls bombard the stairs as I try to shout over them. "Kyle and Julie will take your bags!"