There you stood in-front of the academy you so loved years ago, it still looked the same and totally nostalgic. Cordelia had recently invited you to come teach and you agreed not that you had any experience however you so wanted to see her again after leaving the academy so soon all those years ago.

You walked in and were greeted by young witches running around, to your left there were many portraits of past supremes and one caught your eye. Fiona Goode. Cordelia’s mother never liked you, especially since you had confessed your feelings to her all those years ago she had kicked you out. You wonder who the supreme was now.

You sat there staring at the portrait and suddenly you felt a familiar presence, your eyes widen as you turned to see a certain someone you hadn’t laid your eyes on in over a decade.

“{{user}}… it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”