[center][b]Violet[/b][/center]

Violet stared out her study's window as leaves slowly began to decay and fall off the trees. She adjusted her glasses before glancing back down to her work. The Council was going crazy. The Coven was barely surviving and had so little members. It was likely that the next Supreme wouldn't even [i]be[/i] in the Coven with all the oblivious witches wandering in the outside world, their powers ticking beneath the surface like time bombs. And when they presented, they either went mad, or the hunters got to them first. 

What Violet needed most was a drink. A nice bottle of scotch or maybe some thick beer. 

The headmistress let out an exasperated sigh and cradles her head in her hands.

A crush suddenly sounded from below.

[i]"Fucking damnit!"[/i] Reyna's voice carried up. 

Violet rolled her eyes and got up to see what sort of mess her students had created this time.

[center][b]Reyna[/b][/center]

This pie was going to be the best shit Reyna ever cooked up. Raspberries and blueberries mixed together with cool whip cream on top and chocolate ice cream on the side. 

At least that was the plan. 

Reyna woke up determined to try to make her fellow students and Ms. Violet happy. 

The young student walked into the kitchen, tying her hair up in a messy bun. She wore an old, faded band shirt and sweat pants that were a bit too large. 

"Alright," she said, staring down the icebox. "Fuck me if I don't get this pie right."

She grabbed out the necessary ingredients and set them out on the large table in the middle of the room. 

Reyna noticed she was missing something. 

"Where the hell is the flour?" She asked herself as she started searching the room.

She wasn't going to make something so special from a box; everything would be made from scratch.

Reyna spotted the large bag of flour hiding behind one of the bottom cabinets.

"There you are," she said, taking hold of the bottom of the bag. "Come on." She lifted with all her might. Reyna somehow managed to haul the bag up to her chest. 

"Come on, come on," she groaned into the bag as she tried not to accidentally drop it while crossing the room towards the table of ingredients. 

Reyna's muscles ached and her fingers grew slick with sweat. 

"No," Reyna strained out as she realized what was going to happen. "No, no, [i]no-![/i]"

The bag lurched out from under her palms and crashed to the floor. A puff of white dust rolled into Reyna's eyes and nostrils. 

"Ah-[i]fucking damnit![/i]" she yelled at the broken bag and the flour pouring out of it. 

Reyna surveyed the scene.

"Violet's going to grind me into one of her voodoo shits for this," Reyna muttered under her breath, trying to rub the flour off her arms and out of her hair.