Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies

As the girls performed the decensum, Aunt Myrtle turned the timer on it's side, Delia visonised the grains of sand slipping through the center. Queenie was the first to return from the depths of her own personal hell, followed by Madison and then Zoe. What about Misty thought Delia to herself.. hours past and nothing. Delia set herself on the floor feeling her way about the floor, she found her way to Misty and cradled her in her arms, feeling Misty's warm breath on her neck. Everything seemed peaceful,  but Delia was clueless to what Misty was going through, she was in hell after all. Delia shook Misty gently, no response. A tear ran down her cheek, and splashed on Misty's lips.

No response.

"Her time is up" came Myrtle's soft voice.

no. This can't be right, Delia shook Misty once more before finally realising that it was over. "NOOOOO!" Delia screamed, the room was quiet. All eyes were watching as Misty Day started turning grey and ever so slowly was turning to ash, in Delias' arms.. "No, No.. Noooo" sobbed Delia.. "noo.."

She desperately tried to gather the ash that was once Misty Day.. "noo.."

Cordelia Foxx, lay thrashing violently in bed, Zoe rushed in quickly and shook her violently

"Miss Cordelia, are you ok?" she asked, worried.

"Oh, yes. I was having a nightmare, I didn't wake you did I?"

"Actually you did, but it doesn't matter" Zoe smiled, trying to be polite

"Did Queenie wake up as well?"

"No, that girl can sleep through anything" Zoe smiled again and they both giggled. Zoe left the room, she had smiled TWICE! That is rare, thought Delia to herself. Delia layed back down, it was weird being alone in a bed. It's a real downer when you're a witch and your husband is a witch hunter, it was never going to work. It really had been only three months since The Seven Wonders, and the school was opening tomorrow,  there would be hundreds if not thousands of girls. Delia got out of bed and looked at a watch it was 3am, 6 hours ahead and she would be getting up to greet the numerous faces eager to begin their lessons. Teaching young witches was a speciality, and since Delias own mother, the old supreme was never around, Delia taught the students.

Delia made her way back to her bed which was now freezing cold, it was always very cold at night time. Mortals believe that 3am is the witching hour, they couldn't be wrong. Even witches like sleep.

There was Loud banging on the door

"Get up Miss Cordelia, breakfast is ready and I aint missing it" said Queenie, who wouldn't miss breakfast for anyone.

It was 6:30, just over 3 hours ago, Delia had a very realistic dream, of course it was more a memory. Aunt Myrtle was long dead now... Delia had burnt her at the stake herself.. not by choice of course,  but Myrtle was guilty, she had already been burnt once, so it couldn't have been that bad except, the first time Misty Day had been around to bring her back, but Misty has been dead for 3 months now.