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MOLLY FELT A WHOOSH OF APPREHENSION AS SHE APPEARED AT THE GATES. The very same gates of Miss Robichaux's Academy that she had swung around as a child were now the only thing between her and the witches - the proverbial emotional wall she had set up against them crumbling. It had been several months since Molly had left Michael, bleeding by her own hand, and even longer since she had seen the very women who had raised her.
The preceding months had been spent mainly in solitude, but not at a waste. Molly had been preparing for the inevitable - soaking up the most amount of knowledge and training she possibly could and trying to build the mental strength for what was going to happen. She could almost describe the future perfectly by now, having had vivid nightmares of it nightly. People, covered in deformities and riddled with cancer as they reached out toward her begging for release from nuclear winter.
Yes, Molly knew that the apocalypse was imminent and unavoidable. But as Gabriel had foretold, the world needed to fall so she could rise up to save it. And for that, she'd need the only family she had ever known.
"Are you coming inside?" A childlike voice called up to her, casting Molly's eyes downward to see a young girl - no older than nine or ten and obviously new to the academy since she had left.
"Y-yes," she stammered in reply, embarrassed to have been caught standing outside the gates and staring like a weirdo. Clearing her throat, the Second Coming stepped toward the large New Orleans mansion, heart racing at the thought of seeing everyone again.
"Don't be scared, we're all witches here!" The girl reassured her, clasping her hand inside her own and dragging her the rest of the way before opening the door and urging her inside.
"Miss Zoe!" She cried out to gain her attention, Molly freezing on the spot at the name as the woman in question turned to meet her gaze. There was a brief moment of pause while the child rambled on about how Molly was looking to join them, but her introduction fell on deaf ears. Zoe practically stumbled onto her when she shot forward, jumping and wrapping her arms around Molly's shoulders in relief.
It wasn't the cool and detached reaction Christ had been expecting, but it brought tears to her eyes nevertheless. Returning the hug with equal ferocity, they spent a moment in silence before Zoe leaned back and smacked her upper bicep.
"Don't ever run off like that again, you bitch!" She complained, eyebrows furrowing as the true turmoil herself and the others had gone under during Molly's absence came to light upon her expression.
"I'm sorry," Molly blubbered in reply, breaking down into tears of joy that they hadn't taken it upon themselves to hate her for her actions. She felt ashamed looking back - they were only ever looking out for her, as they always did, and Molly had thrown it in their faces. She should never have gotten involved with Michael, that much was clear now.
If only she could tell that to the heavy ache in her chest that was present ever since losing him, she would be perfectly fine.
"Cordelia is going to shit it, she's been pulling her hair out since you left," Zoe revealed, leading her up the stairs like a rag doll. Molly allowed her, feeling a little more brave now that her friend would be by her side. The dark haired girl had never felt as if the coven was her true home, but she had to admit it felt the closest thing to one walking back through the halls.
