Georgia Thompson laid on the top bunk on her and Misty's bed, a small black cat ( Coin ) lying beside her. The brunette concentrated on the sketch pad in front of her, her pencil strokes delicate as she drew the person she lived with.

Misty Day had taken up a huge portion of Georgia's mind. From her smile to her rambles, the teenager couldn't help but keep them treasured in her memory. Sometimes her thoughts would wonder, her thoughts would stray away from her smile and over to the ideas that she kept locked away.

Georgia didn't like to think of Misty in ways she couldn't consent to, so she forced the thoughts away instead of confronting the blonde.

Misty had Georgia's full respect and appreciation and Georgia would be damned if she let tragedy find Misty.

She was very much confused when her housemate and two other people had came in. She sat up — being careful to not hit her head — snapping her sketchbook closed, she didn't want Misty to think she was creepy.

She was confused as her wrists began to tingle — like a pins and needles sensation — Georgia had noticed her wrists had done the same when she first met Misty. She wondered what it meant.

"Misty?" She questioned softly.

"Peaches, they're in need of our help."

"Yes, I can see that." She said. "Georgia." She said, taking the boys weight of Misty so the older women could sort out what was needed.

"I'm Zoe, this is Kyle."

"Seems like a catch, Zoe." She joked lightly as they helped the boy to take a seat. Coin looked over the small barrier, his head tilted in confusion.

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Misty and Georgia were kneeled either side of the boy, Coin was at Zoe's feet, watching his owner with his bright green eyes.

"Do you really think that's going to work?" Zoe asked, her arms wrapped around herself.

"I know it will." Misty promised.

Georgia looked at the teenager with a smile. "Breath, Zoe." She told her, rubbing the stuff in a bucket over the stitches on Kyle's body. She was careful with her movements, trying to ensure she wouldn't startle and distress him. "Trust me, we've got this."

"This stuff is the shit . . . literally." Misty spoke. "Louisiana swamp is full of Spanish moss and alligator dung, which have amazing healing properties. Mother Nature has an answer for everything. Healed me when I was burned alive."

"She helped save me after I was waterboarded." Georgia added, she placed the back of her hand to Kyle's forehead, checking he wasn't heating up to much.

He looked at her startled at first, his eyes searching her face for some reassurance before turning to Zoe. Zoe nodded to him, and he calmed down, allowing for Georgia to check him over.

"You are Misty Day!" Zoe said in realisation as the duo of witches stood up. Georgia was quick to go and wash her hands and adjust the waist of her amber skirt. "You're the witch Cordelia told us about. Everyone thinks you're dead, but, of course, you're not. You have the power of resurgence."

Georgia and Misty looked at one another as the younger one picked her her cat, stroking him gently.

"The power of resurgence. I like the sound of that. What about you, peaches?"

"It's better then necromancy or devil worshiper, that's for sure." She said, taking a seat on the lower bunk as Misty began to work on Kyle's back.

"We have so much to teach each other, Zoe."

"Maybe we do."

Misty smiled to herself as she worked. "I always knew there were others like us, but I had no idea how to find you." She glanced at her friend and then back over at Zoe. "And then today, I was meditating in the woods when my heart started racing, and my teeth started vibrating. Something was calling to me. I had no idea what it was, but I knew I had to follow."

Georgia tucked some of her dark hair behind her ears, watching Kyle with furrowed brows. She couldn't work out if he was distressed or not, so she watched, taking in his quick breathing. Her assumption was that he was confused. One minute he was dead, next he was brought back with god awful stitches.

"Your magic called me there." Misty was stood in front of the young teenager. "And I'm, I'm so grateful." She walked past Zoe and sat next to Georgia. "Now, we're not alone." She patted the bed for Zoe to sit on.

Georgia turned the music up before resting her head on Misty shoulder, she smiled as Misty sung along. She loved this — she loved her, and she had loved Misty for a while, she hid it as well as could. Georgia feared messing up their relationship as it was and was unwilling to loose Misty because of some feelings.

"Who sang this?" Zoe asked, standing in the middle of the wooden cabin.

"Who sings this?" Misty and Georgia asked in offence.

Zoe still seemed confused as the two stared at her.

"Fleetwood Mac." Misty told her. "Stevie Nicks is my hero." She pushed herself off the bed, leaving Coin and Georgia on the mattress.

"That's Stevie Nicks from American Idol?"

The three glanced at the poster. "It's Stevie Nicks." Misty insisted. "'The White Witch'. The only witch before you and peaches I've ever known."

"She's an actual witch?"

Georgia watched the interaction. It was strange seeing someone else in her home, it was strange seeing Misty interact with people that weren't hurting the wildlife.

"Listen to the lyrics." Misty told her, sitting on the bed as Zoe crouched opposite them, listening to the radio. "This song was her anthem. Doesn't it just . . . penetrate your soul and tell the truth about everything you ever felt in your whole life?"

Zoe wasn't too sure how to feel under the intense look from Misty, so she turned to Georgia for guidance. The dark haired one gave her a small nod.

"Yeah, totally." She glanced down at the time. "I'm, I really should be going."

"Going? What do you mean?"

The witches stood up, one cradling a black cat, the other heartbroken at the idea of them being alone.

"My school — I'm sure they're wondering where I am." Zoe looked over at Kyle, unsure what to do with him. Misty and Georgia followed her look. "I just have to figure out where to take him."

Georgia and Misty looked at each other, holding one another's gaze. They were silent — or almost seemed as if they were communicating through telepathy, they weren't.

"We can look after him." Georgia offered. "We'll heal him."

Zoe stood beside a whimpering and groaning Kyle. He leaned towards her as she comforted him.

"And then, when you come back, he'll be good as new." Misty promised, watching the couple. Doubt came to mind. "Hey, you'll come back, right?"