Revelations » Michael Langdon

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❝ There's something in the wind, I can feel it blowing in. It's coming in hotly, and it's coming in strong. ❞

Change by Lana Del Rey

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"You have got to be kidding me."

I stared up at Cordelia in utter disbelief, the announcement she gathered the coven for having been far from my initial expectations.

She pursed her lips, clearly displeased at my interruption. Still, there's a motherly type of affection that considerably softens her gaze when she regards me. "No, I'm afraid not, Luciana. Myrtle and I discussed this in depth with the head warlocks of the Hawthorne school and–"

"Yeah, the school for little bitch boys," Madison said, snorting softly.

Cordelia bristled, eyeing her in warning momentarily before continuing. "And we've reached a solid agreement. The Hawthorne boys will be coming here in a few days. Until then, I'll make the necessary preparations."

All of the girls seated began talking at once, furious and demanding voices rising to an indiscernible volume. I stewed in silence, staring at the shiny, white surface of the rectangular table that my fists were currently clenched tightly atop of. My magic roiled inside of me, fueled by my simmering irritation with the unfeasible situation at hand.

Since I was brought to Miss Robichaux's Academy a year ago, I was taught to inherently associate the true potency of magic and its elements with womanhood. That particular quality of power couldn't be properly reached by just anyone. Women have notoriously held that connection with the ethereal realm to become one with their powers. And so, our academy has been designed to cater to us specifically, without the burden of supposed warlocks who would never be on our level of expertise.

Now, after some bullshit meeting they had with the head warlocks of Hawthorne School for "Exceptional Young Men", Cordelia and Myrtle seemed perfectly willing to hinder our coven's potential at the expense of the lesser power-holders in our realm. I didn't understand it, hard as I tried to–if only for Cordelia's sake. Normally, I trusted her as Supreme to make the decisions that would ultimately be best for all of us, but my ingrained biases about male witches were making it an impossible task to be on board with this vast change of pace.

"...just doesn't make any sense," Zoe was saying flatly when I snapped out of my raging reverie, returning my attention to my equally flabbergasted peers. "You've always said that we're the superiors in magic, and now we're just, what, lowering our standards for a couple of men?"

Cordelia sighed. "Zoe, that is not what I'm–"

"What can they possibly bring to the table, anyway?" Another witch, Amina, spoke up with an edge of disgust, adjusting her glasses with her index finger. "Body odor?"

Madison and I snickered quietly, but a sharp look from Myrtle silenced us in a matter of seconds.

"That is quite enough," Myrtle proclaimed sternly. "From all of you. We are living in different times now, if you haven't noticed, and though we'd been reluctant to accept it at first, Cordelia and I have decided that perhaps this could be a step in the right direction. A mergence of the two sides of our realm, after living separately for centuries."