𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 is when you’ve ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝐥̲𝐨̲𝐬̲𝐭̲ any 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 of hope.

cue cordelia transmutating down into the greenhouse. “hey.”

sure!

i missed you too!

hi, beautiful.

hello …

missing myrtle snow today.

“this is exactly why you need to listen..” a sigh, as the flames are extinguished with a flick of her wrist.

there’s plenty of ways … the choices of his magic use is completely up to him.

he doesn’t need to be. but these powers can be used for good. or, if he doesn’t want them, at least gaining their control would allow him to have them lay dormant.

he has potential, really. if he could get them under control, she’s sure he’d do great things.

that’s a real shame.

she does.

he should maybe start to listen and attend classes … his inability to control his abilities could be costly some day.

oh … how did he — what do they teach you at hawthorne.

tell her, please.

what was he trying to do … ?

whoever is practicing their pyrokinesis … good job first off, but please try and keep the flame contained in the fireplace.

within seconds, the supreme is transmutating down into the green house. “hi..” she says, walking up towards her wife.

mind if she helps out?