mind if she helps out?

within seconds, the supreme is transmutating down into the green house. “hi..” she says, walking up towards her wife.

whoever is practicing their pyrokinesis … good job first off, but please try and keep the flame contained in the fireplace.

what was he trying to do … ?

tell her, please.

oh … how did he — what do they teach you at hawthorne.

he should maybe start to listen and attend classes … his inability to control his abilities could be costly some day.

she does.

that’s a real shame.

he has potential, really. if he could get them under control, she’s sure he’d do great things.

he doesn’t need to be. but these powers can be used for good. or, if he doesn’t want them, at least gaining their control would allow him to have them lay dormant.

there’s plenty of ways … the choices of his magic use is completely up to him.

“this is exactly why you need to listen..” a sigh, as the flames are extinguished with a flick of her wrist.

missing myrtle snow today.

hello …

hi, beautiful.

i missed you too!

sure!

cue cordelia transmutating down into the greenhouse. “hey.”