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It was always dark in the morning. Even in Russia, it was always dark when she first woke. Louisiana air was different, though--she wasn't prepared for such humid air all the time. Most of her clothes weren't even close to being suited for the weather.
Wren looked out her window into the street below her. It was never busy this early--a time she couldn't help but wake up. Wren couldn't sleep long if her life depended on it. Not to mention the fact that she'd been stressed beyond belief about the whole concept of a Supreme. Word on the street was that Cordelia had just grown into her powers--and she was supposed to be the most powerful witch of the generation? She was so old. There was no way that woman was the witch of the generation. Maybe she could be like a housemom or something. Wren didn't care. It didn't really matter. What mattered was the possibility that she was the Supreme.
Out of the five other girls, Wren wasn't too excited about her ability to beat them in achieving the Seven Wonders. She had heard that in past trials of the Coven, some witches had gone as far as eliminating the competition. The brunette wasn't entirely sure that she wouldn't indulge in such a thing.
She shook her head and frowned. Those were the thoughts that woke her at night; the kinds of things that had made her question making the ridiculously long trip from Makarov to this sleepy town in Louisiana. She didn't trust any of the other witches no matter how many times Cordelia tried to install such a thought into their heads. Wren wouldn't trust any of them with something as small as fashion advice.
She stood outside of her window for a long while, just staring out into the sky. At the first sign of sunlight, she decided it was a good idea to go make something to eat.
Her bare feet curled in protest when they touched the cold ground but the girl proceeded. She descended the stairs of the magnificent house and crept into the kitchen. Cordelia was still searching for "help" since the last two had caught a quick case of death. Apparently, being witches didn't motivate anyone to clean anything. Some of the girls didn't even know how to cook. Wren wouldn't put herself against Gordon Ramsay, but she figured she could be worse with a pan.
She coughed a bit as she opened the refrigerator and looked over the food. There was enough to make bacon, eggs, and some French toast--but she didn't feel like doing all that, so she planned to just plug up the toaster and make some waffles.
Wren reached into her pajama pants and brought out her phone. She had no one to text or call except her parents which was so embarrassing, so she usually used it for music, games, and sometimes reading. All of the media websites were covering the Academy--they had been ever since Cordelia had been so bold to expose them. It was how Wren even found out about the place.
She never thought herself a witch. Not before Cordelia. It would be a terrible shame when the Supreme found that she was upstaged by a teenage girl.
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The Russian brunette settled at the small table in the kitchen. She preferred sitting there rather than dining in the living room when it was just her eating. It felt so lonely otherwise.
She glanced back to make sure she'd cleaned the counter before getting fully immersed in the reading she was doing on her phone. There were Seven Wonders the Supreme witch had to demonstrate in order for everyone to know know she was the Supreme: telekinesis, concilium, pyrokinesis, divination, transmutation, vitalum vitalis, and descensum. If there was anything at all that scared her, it was descensum. Wren wasn't too keen to find out what her hell would look like. She also wasn't looking forward to the Supremacy trials, should they ever come, for the simple fear that there was already so many girls that had powers already considered one of the wonders.
She sighed and rubbed her eyes. She needed to get out more--there was so much American history is New Orleans. What was her business thinking about such things, anyway? Fiona Goode--the previous Supreme--just died. Cordelia's reign was sure to be long as hell. It would be a lifetime before Wren could even dream of coming anywhere near the Supremacy.
It would be an absolute tragedy if something were to cause Cordelia to die prematurely.
Wren rubbed her eyes. Maybe she wasn't getting enough sleep.
"Good morning," a familiar voice said softly to get her attention. Wren turned to see Cordelia enter the kitchen with a small, welcoming smile etched onto her older features. "You wake up really early, Wren, you know?"
The brunette managed a small grin. "People are constantly telling me that. I've gotten used to it, I suppose."
"Save any breakfast for me?"
"There might be a little bit of eggs left. I am not sure. But there aren't any more waffles. I just used the toaster. I was lazy. Sorry."
"Don't worry about it. It's hard to find good help nowadays, but I'm glad at least you can cook."
The younger woman offered her a bit of a consoling smile. "It's not a problem. I was thinking of maybe... going for a walk, I guess. Am I allowed to do that?"
"Of course! You don't have to ask me to do anything, you know. Just please make sure you're home before we have to report you missing."
They laughed together, though the concept of "home" weighed Wren's thoughts for a long time.
The brunette rose from her chair, discarded her used dishes, washed them, and excused herself from the table. Cordelia watched her ascend the stairs and disappear down the hallway that led to her bedroom.
Wren collapsed back onto her bed and stared at the ceiling for a few moments. She was trying to clear her head--her thoughts were becoming steadily less than amiable and telepathy wasn't an uncommon power, especially for the Supreme. She wasn't trying to get herself killed or exiled just because she was having some rather malicious thoughts regarding the Supremacy.
She got back up, chattering in her native language in her head as she got clothes together for the day. It had long since been a trend to wear all black to represent the coven. Wren did not plan to break that rule.
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Quoted song: Hell Above by Pierce the Veil.
Hello puppetmasters, and welcome to the Coven! The current Supreme is Cordelia Foxx and you must obviously think you're the next--but are you? Who's devious enough to attempt to kill the Supreme and risk being caught and burned at the stake? Who's clever enough to eliminate the competition?
I hope it's you. As a group, I think we need to all discuss people who could be the Supreme--nominate someone that isn't your character. I'll post it in the OOC thread's description--which is here, by the way. If I haven't added you already, please request access. Thanks. Also, if you need help understanding the Seven Wonders, please click here. It'll help, trust me. Also, Cordelia is a character anyone can play. Well, these are my last announcements. Let the race for the Supremacy begin.