#robichaux

//NOTE// I haven’t written fanfiction since I was thirteen, so it’s been almost five years since I’ve published any of my work. I apologize for the poorly written first part, I’m getting back into the feel of writing. I assure you the next few parts will be much more fulfilling on your end :) The point of view also switches from first to third person slightly, I felt it flows just a tad bit better that way. Also* I currently do not own a computer, and it is hard to edit and write on my phone, but it’s all I have at the current moment, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Warning: Slight angst

Summary: After Robichaux’s supreme, Cordelia Foxx, allows Hawthorne’s own Boy Wonder, Michael Langdon, to attempt the test of the Seven Wonders, y/n has a problem accepting that. She will stop at nothing to prove he is anything but the next supreme, even if that means attempting the test herself.

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There was no way in hell I was going to accept this. In what world did Cordelia believe that of all people, Michael Langdon was the next supreme? What led her to make that kind of monstrous decision? I had never in my time at Robichaux's believed that Cordelia could be so blind to Michael's true nature. I stormed into the kitchen, knowing that was where Cordelia resided at the current moment. "Please don't tell me you're this blinded Cordelia!" I exasperated, nearly out of breath due to the hike from my bedroom upstairs. I had hardly noticed the presence of the tall boy beside Cordelia before I heard the small chuckle. My eyes adverted from Cordelia to the no younger than twenty year-old boy. Looking him up and down I came to a conclusion, this must be him. "Do not start with me y/n, I know what's best for the future of this coven." Rebutted Cordelia, already fed up with the way the young witch was speaking to her. Had this coven lost all sense of respect recently?

"And what's best for this coven?" I replied, "him?" Pointing towards the shaggy-haired dirty blonde beside the supreme, noticing the slight smirk adorning his prominent features. "Because I can sure as hell promise you that he's not." Cordelia huffed, "You have no place in this decision y/n. Michael will take the test, and you will accept it."

"I refuse to believe you're this in the dark, you and I both know that no boy has the powers, the ability, to be supreme." I felt my face beginning to turn a light shade of pink, but before Cordelia could remark, Michael took a step forward, his long arms held behind his back. "Well you're quite right, Miss, y/n was it?" Taking another step further, I noticed his form. Prestigious. His long torso covered by a dark blazer, no wrinkle in sight. His pale neck decorated with a tightly ironed thin bow. Black slacks adorning his lengthy legs, and his shoes, not a scratch on the leather. If I had not been so fed up with the boy, I might even say he was attractive. "Oh I can assure you I'm not your supreme, I'm your Alpha." The smirk had made itself prominent this time, his ice blue eyes staring straight into mine.

I had nearly hissed at the thought, "You are not my Alpha, I can assure you of that." My words dripping with anger, who did he think he was speaking to me like that? I could practically feel his over inflated ego radiating off of him. Never in my life had I felt such an incessant urge to hit another person, but he brought this anger out of me that even I didn't know I had. "What do you suppose we do Miss y/l/n? Michael possesses all the abilities to take the test, no warlock has ever reached a level four." Cordelia interrupted before they could go any further, my mouth opened, only to close again. Raking my mind for any sort of idea, any way to stop this. That was all Cordelia needed to get back to her conversation prior to the young witch intruding in. There was no way I was going to allow Michael fucking Langdon become my next supreme. " Now as we were say-" I quickly cut my supreme off.

"Me."

Ms. Foxx looked taken aback, "I'm sorry, what?" "Me." I was determined to prove Michael was not the future of this coven, even if it meant risking my own life. "What are you saying Miss y/l/n?" "I'm saying let me take the test too. I possess each ability Michael does, I've been studying for far longer, I'm more qualified." Michael laughed at this, earning a glare from myself. Looking back to Cordelia, I noticed the hesitant look coming from the older woman. "Please Cordelia, let me prove to you that I'm right, if anyone is the future of our coven it may as well be me."

"y/n you do realize only one of you will make it out of this? You do realize you are not only risking failing, but losing your life as well?" Even though Cordelia seemed frustrated with her student today, she most definitely did not want to watch her fail, especially if a possibility was death. "I know what I'm risking Cordelia, but this coven means to much to me not to try." The blonde woman took a moment, thinking over this new proposition. If y/n were able to complete the test then she had no worries, knowing fully well that the young witch could lead the future of her coven.

"Fine, you may take the test. Sunday at noon I expect each of you to be ready, the test will be taken at Hawthorne." With that Cordelia left the room to think further on the decision she made, was it the right one? "You won't beat me," y/n turned towards the voice, "And why do you say that?" My eyes meeting his blue ones for the second time today. "Call it the devils intuition," that damn smirk again, but I could sense a deeper meaning to his simple words. I would be lying if I said it didn't send a shiver down my spine. Trying to look unaffected by his words I uncrossed my arms from my chest, stepping forward. My chest nearly touching his broad one. Well looks like I'm just gonna have to study extra hard then." Of course Michael was unaffected by her words, "See you Sunday." He replied, an obvious sarcastic smile spread across his face as he walked away.

It was then that I realized what I had done, the reality of the situation had dawned upon me. "What am I doing?" I whispered to myself, bringing my hands going up to my hair, pulling in frustration. I wasn't ready for this, why did I let my pride get ahead of me? Didn't I realize that I was in over my head? Huffing, I stormed up to my room, determined to study as much as I possibly could before the test in five days. There was no way I was going to let Michael know of my doubts, I had to prove them wrong. I'd be damned if I failed my coven.

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I had been studying for what felt like days, although had only been two hours before I was interrupted by Coco. "So you're really doing this?" I spun my chair around, meeting her gaze. Sighing, I replied, "Yeah, might as well try."