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"After facing so many trials, defending ourselves against onslaught forging enemies into friends the witches of Miss Robichaux's Academy have fought for their lives and won. And so it is with great sadness we must say goodbye to Nan who fell in the tub." "Amen." Marie Laveau added in. Although he would never admit it, as Fiona spoke of Nan he had to hold back tears. Apparently the witch had drowned in the bathtub, but clearly no one was stupid enough to believe that. "If only Misty Day were here to bring the poor girl back," Myrtle shook her head sadly, Mickey scoffing drawing the attention of all of the witches. "We don't need the swamps' gutter trash." "I have to do something, before one more of you die." Cordelia told them with a frown. "Your mother's Pol Pot in Givenchy. What can be done?" Myrtle asked her. "Whatever is necessary." "I'm not standing around for this bullshit." Mickey huffed, moving from Madison's side. "Mickey-" "What?" The boy snapped at his twin, all the witches looking at him in surprise. Mickey, in all the years the witches knew him, had never once snapped at Madison. The silence following his question gave the boy enough time to turn on his heel and go back home. "Mickey!" Cordelia called after the boy, walking after him. "Michelangelo!" "I will not sit here and listen to some old hag go on about bullshit when we all know she killed Nan." Mickey hissed, turning away from Cordelia and not looking back.
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"Hey," Zoe knocked softly on Mickey's door, moving to sit beside him on his bed. "Hi," The boy mumbled quietly. "I just wanted to let you know Kyle and I are leaving." Zoe rested a hand on his shoulder, Mickey instantly tensing under the touch. "Why would I care?" Mickey rose an eyebrow. "Well I just thought-" "You thought I cared about you?" The boy let out a dry chuckle. "Zoe, get it through your thick skull. I only care about two things in the world, Madison and myself." The boy moved over to the window, lighting a cigarette. "You're just full of cruel intentions aren't you?" Zoe gave and angry laugh, clenching her jaw. "That's the goal." "What are you going to do when Madison leaves you?" Mickey froze at that, glaring down the brunette. "She won't." "Okay, when you want to leave her?" Zoe rephrased. "I'm sorry?" Mickey's face was scrunched up in disgust at the thought of leaving Madison. "You think you're protecting Madison, but you really just want to stay on her good side." "Leave Zoe. Or I will make you." Mickey hissed, Zoe laughing softly as she shook her head. "When you're out running errands for Satan don't forget about me." "Please, I'll make Satan my bitch."
