Through Thick And Thin

Fiona's Epiphany

The door to the sitting room opened suddenly. By the sound of the stomping steps I could tell whoever had just arrived was mad. I sighed. What had I done wrong now? I didn't even bother opening my eyes when the person came to a halt right in front of me. The person was seething with anger. I could tell from the way he (or she, for all I knew) inhaled and rapidly exhaled, as if trying to make flames sprout from their nose.

"What do ya think you're doin' treatin' Miss Cordelia like she's trash?!"

"Oh, hi, Misty." I opened my eyes slowly to see a fuming wild-haired woman staring at me as if I was the devil himself. "I'm the Supreme", was the only lazy explanation I could come up with in response to her sudden outburst. She stared open-mouthed at me.

"Just because you're the Supreme (which ya won't be for long anyhow) doesn't give ya the right to treat Miss Cordelia like that. She is a carin' and amazin' woman, and she deserves much more respect an' a lot better treatment than you give her. I'm only sayin' this one more time, ya will treat Miss Cordelia like the worthy, accomplished human being that she is, or I will personally do horrible things to ya!" The couch that I'd been sitting on had begun smoking dangerously midways her speech to me. I was astonished; nobody had ever spoken to me like that before, and definitely not if it concerned Delia. Misty stood fuming over me, her words hanging in the air between us. Then suddenly, the white couch burst into flames. I released a shriek as I rose rapidly from the, now burning, couch.

"Good luck with that", said Misty Day, before she turned her back on me and strode determinedly out the way she'd come in. I stared at her for some seconds, before angrily tending to the couch. These girls have no respect for the elderly...

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My heels echoed throughout the hallway. Some metres in front of me stood Cordelia speaking with Misty as she leaned against the door frame. Her face looked relaxed and joyful. Misty's expression mirrored hers, and they both laughed occasionally. They didn't even offer me a glance as I strode past them to the foot of the stairs. Too busy with each other, I guess. I stopped abruptly, turning towards them. Misty had her hand on the small of Cordelia's back, and as they walked through the threshold to the sitting room, Misty turned her head and stared directly into my eyes. It lasted two seconds before she smirked and turned towards Cordelia again, laughing. As I watched their backs disappearing into the other room, I had an epiphany; Misty Day and Cordelia Goode were in love.