#headmistressgoode

Samantha hadn’t needed the heimlich maneuver as much as she appreciated the gesture; sniffling; the young girl had gently pushed off the blonde. Although what she really needed was a pair of comforting arms. “I-- I just need a glass of water... please.” The brunette had found out something life changing; and in her unstable state, her immediate reaction was to freak out and be on the verge of tears. Wrapping her own arms around her fragile body, Samantha had sunk to the floor in the middle of the hallway in attempt to breath and relax.  

“---Uh,hello.” the young brunette fidgeted in her spot, outstretching the sleeves on her sweatshirt out of all nervousness. With the past of abuse, and now; publicity from her unknown powers- Samantha found herself in shelter when she needed it the most though, it resided on her shoulders heavily. Today was the day she arrived to safety from troubles in the real world, or so she thought. The elderly woman whom introduced herself as Myrtle had brought her in, for the meeting with the headmistress. Was this a school? It made her anxiety raise even more, she wasn’t normal. Standing in the doorway of the attractive, blonde woman’s office whom was in front of her, she attempted to smile. “I-I’m Samantha.” 

“If you think you can just waltz back in here and be totally forgiven after a stunt like that you better think again.” It was obvious that, behind the anger, the starlet was deeply hurt by the Supreme’s actions. How could someone as stable as Cordelia just walk out on a group of teens and leave them to run them to run things for themselves. Especially with new witches arriving every day. “You are not your mother so quit trying to act like her.” 

Edit: Her username on skype is headmistressgoode if anyone would like to add her and talk to her. She asked me to add this.

     ”What’s that you put there?” she asked, a few light steps in the woman’s direction after she’d set the watering can down in it’s place. It was a simple question, light and sent through the air in such a way that left her words floating through it like a feather, even as she pulled closer, interested blue eyes focused on the occupied pot. “Does it help?”