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Her Time is Up

"Her time is up." Myrtle said gazing at the unmoving swamp witch in Cordelia's arms. She really had thought that Misty could be the supreme. It was an awful shame, The young witches death. She had been such a kind and welcoming presence in the midst of all the negativity within in the coven. She would be missed, dearly.

  Cordelia sobbed, not even attempting to cover her saddnes,  as she heard Myrtle's voice, distantly, telling her that Misty's time was up. "Oh God. No." She cried as she felt the young witch's body disintegrating in her arms. "Please, No! No." Misty's weight disappeared entirely, leaving Cordelia's hands hovering over her face, grey ashes stuck to her skin. "No, no...Misty, No!"

Madison gazed at Cordelia, sobbing and shaking, and the grey dust surrounding her. She wasn't horrified or shocked or even sad for that matter. She hardly knew the witch. She lost fair and square, guess she wasn't as supreme as everyone thought she'd been. Poor little swamp witch.

Queenie stared horrified at the place where the witch had disappeared. Although she had never particularly liked the wild blonde, she never wanted this for her. What a terrible way to die, being pressured by everyone else in to something you didn't even want to do in the first place and then dying because of it.

   Zoe scanned the grey ashes covering the floor, her mouth open and eyes wide, hardly believing that they had once been her friend. She, of course had witnessed death before but Misty didn't deserve this, Disintegrating. No, Misty didn't deserve any of this. She looked up and noticed Cordelia kneeling on the floor, nearly in hysterics. Shaking violently, her breath coming in rapid, jagged gasps.

Getting up she made her way to the crying woman. Gently she tried to take her hand to help her up.

Taking shaky breaths Cordelia grabbed Zoes hand and pulled herself up. Looking down she noticed small grey specs on her skirt.

Panick welled in the older witch as she realised she was covered in Misty's ashes.  Her ashes. Rubbing her fingers together she felt the grainy texture covering her hands. She cried out lightly and tried to wipe her hands off on her skirt, only succeeding on picking up even more of the substance. She wanted to scream, but she only bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to control herself. It was unbearable being covered in a loved ones ashes. Simply unbearable. 

Zoe gently placed a hand on the distraught witches shoulder. The headmistresses chocked on silent tears another wave of despair hitting her.

"S-sorry," she whispered. "I just, just..." she paused and gasped for breath to fill her quickly emptying lungs.

"It's ok." Zoe said quietly as Kyle hurried over to help, wrapping an arm around Cordelia's waist offering more support.

The headmistresses straightened her back and wiped her cheeks, trying to compose herself. But her breathing was still irregular and tears leaked down her cheeks despite her attempts to stop them. She may not have been able to see mistys body dissappear but she had felt it. Felt every bit of life, every bit of joy the cajun girl had once been slip away from her, and she couldnt get it out of her mind. Her head felt fuzzy, her limbs numb. She was ok- No. Nothing was ok, Misty day was dead.

Cordelia's breathing was quick. Too quick. She opened her mouth to say something but a few violent coughs from all the crying took her words and the little breath she had left. She gasped for air, feeling like she had just been winded, her head spun and her chest ached. whether from lack of oxygen, or the fact that her heart was shattering, she didn't know.

Getting up, Myrtle walked over to where they were standing. Silently she waved a hand in front of the witch's face. The blonde went limp falling mostly onto Kyle.

Zoe looked at her slightly shocked. Myrtle met her gaze. "It was for the best dear, no one can stay strong forever."  She clasped her gloved hands together. "And she was braking."

"Well," she said quietly. "I do believe we shall take a short break." "Zoe, Kyle, Please do help me bring our poor Delia upstairs."

  Cordelia pulled herself together as quickly as she could. Shoving her emotions down, holding herself with her normal air of confidence. Although she was thankful for her sunglasses, incase a sudden wave of tears hit her, but that wouldn't happen, She wouldn't let it. From now on she wasn't focused on the fact that Misty was gone. She was focused souly on getting her back. She took a deep breath. Myrtle came up behind her. Cordelia nodded and smiled and together they walked back into the living room where the kids were waiting. 

"Before we commence with seven wonders, I'd like to take a moment to commemorate our fallen sister witch, Misty Day..."