Everyone was standing around Fiona's portrait, talking about how great of a Supreme she had been. Of course, it was bullshit. They were just speaking basic platitudes because it was wrong to speak ill of the dead. Cordelia spoke the truth though. "She was a great a witch, but a terrible Supreme." It was a simple statement, one she went on to explain rather easily because who knew Fiona better than her own daughter? But the conversation changed quickly as she declared that Sunday at dawn the four of them--Zoe, Queenie, Madison, and Misty--would participate in the Seven Wonders to finally identify the new Supreme.
The idea of it was both thrilling and terrifying for Zoe. She was fairly certain in her abilities at this point, almost positive thatshewas the next in line to be Supreme, but the nerves were there. Oh, they were definitely there. She'd been walking back to her room when suddenly, as though she'd blinked and the scene had changed, she found herself in a cemetery. Hadn't Cordelia said the test would be Sunday?
Zoe looked around, confused. Where was she? And where were the others? Was this part of the test or had something else gone wrong? There were so many questions, and for the first time in what felt like ages, she had no one around the give her any answers, true or fabricated.