"And... Done!" Cordelia got done signing the final document with her signature.

"Well that should do it." She smiled at the two sitting across her office desk.

"Finally..." Michael mumbled under his breath.

"You can leave if you want Michael. Mallory and I have to go over a few more things." Cordelia started absinmindedly organizing a stack of papers in front of her as she spoke.

Michael didn't hesitate. He stood and walked to the door.

"No going outside." Cordelia calmly reminded. He sighed in response.

"I know, I won't." He drawled out with an exasperated face.

"Cordelia is it really a good idea for him to not have a chaperone?" Mallory spoke under her breath at Cordelia.

"I can hear you. I don't know what a chaperone is but I don't need one!" Michael exclaimed. Cordelia chuckled in response.

"No, I think he's fine. Our girls are more than able to fend for themselves... Remember what I told you the rules are?" Cordelia warned. The strawberry blonde made a disdainful noise.

"I WONT!" He argued with a pout. Cordelia smiled in amusement.

"Good." She replied. He went to walk out the door again.

"Perhaps later you and Mallory can go clothes shopping?" She added. Michael groaned with an eye roll at Cordelia's suggestion before he closed the door behind him.

The two women let out a light chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm real excited too." Mallory quipped sarcastically. Cordelia laughed at her.

"Well I suppose none of us liked paperwork or trying on clothes as kids." Cordelia mused. Her face slowly fell as she cleared her throat.

She looked at Mallory and the younger woman nodded.

" Let's get on with it... I'll start." Mallory sighed knowing fully what was on the other womans mind.

"Michael can't know that he's the Anti Christ, It's setting us up for failure. We're trying to give him a chance to be good... It's not much of a chance if you KNOW you're destined to end the world." Mallory continued, Cordelia nodded in agreement.

"You're right... The problem will be convincing everyone else that he's just a warlock. Some Witches are able to sense evil, literally smell it like a perfume."

Mallory considered what Cordelia was saying.

"So what do we do?"

Cordelia was silent for a moment before an idea came to her.

"... A cloaking spell. We'll disguise his aura."

"...That might actually work!" Mallory agreed. She paused and gave a determined face.

"No matter what, the fact that he's not a normal warlock has to stay between us." Mallory declared. Cordelia reached for her hand and gripped it reassuringly.

"For the sake of this coven and the future, my lips are sealed." Cordelia affirmed.

"...What exactly did you see in Michael's mind?" Mallory couldn't help but ask. Cordelia bit her lip in thought.

"Well...It's very confusing. Some memories are that of a 4 year old boy but...Then, like when killed the priest, It's like something takes over and obscures his mentality. Other memories are both."

"What do you mean by both?" Mallory raised a brow.

"...There were some memories that were a child doing very horrible things...He killed animals and gave them as gifts and his Grandmother never scolded him for it, just buried them in the backyard with roses over top of the graves." Cordelia elaborated.

"Oh god." Mallory made a disturbed face.

"She was pretty upset with him when I arrived."

"I wish I could have read the Grandmother's mind to get a fuller picture." Cordelia admitted as she folded her arms on her desk.

"...So...Do you think he's redeemable then?" Mallory asked.

"I don't know. You said yourself we have to try." Cordelia said with a shrug.

After a moment's silence the Supreme cleared her throat.

"Now... Let's discuss a few others matters pertaining to the situation." Cordelia spoke as she let go of Mallory's hand. Mallory straightened her back and studied her mentor as she spoke.

"What's wrong with the clothes I have!" Michael whined as they walked down the aisles.

"You can't wear the same pair of jeans every day." Mallory replied as she skimmed through clothes.

"Oh damn! Girl you gotta try this on it would make your skin glow!" Queenie held up a lavender blouse with teethered bell sleeves.

Mallory tapped her chin in thought.

"Hmm...I do like the design, I just don't know if I wear that color that often?"

"Oh come on, just try it!" Queenie shoved the blouse in Mallory's hand and ushered her towards the dressing room.

"Alright, Alright! I'll give it a chance." Mallory laughed as she shut the door behind her.

Queenie turned towards Michael.

"Now what about you?..." She pondered as she examined him head to toe. He eyed her as she led him to the mens section.

"Tell me, what's your vibe?"

"My vibe?" He repeated as she shifted through clothes on the clothes rack.

"Yeah, ya know. Are you edgy? Urban? Are you um...Flamboyant?" She made a shaky hand motion and he raised a brow.

"Ya know...Do you like to dress colorful or femme?" He scrunched his brows at her.

"...Are you a macho bro or a twink is what I'm trying to beat around the bush at." She exasperated as she gave him an annoyed face.

"...What's a twink?" He blurted loudly. An elderly woman turned towards him from two aisles down with a glare.

Queenie tried to hold in a laugh.

"What? The boy wants to know what a twink is, get over it!" She jeered at the woman. The woman huffed and continued to the next aisle.

Queenie openly laughed and Michael looked confused.

"...Was that bad to say?" He whispered to her and she dhook her head with a grin.

"No, that womans just a homophobe." Queenie gave an eye roll.

"...A Homo what?" He asked again as he gave her a long hard stare.

"You know! Someone that's a dumb douchebag that doesn't like gay people...Probably cause they're in denial 'bout being in the closet themselves."

He continued staring at her.

"...What's a gay person?" He innocently asked. Queenie gave him a bizarre look.

"Boy stop playin!" She joked. He looked at her in confusion.

She continued looking through the clothes until she pulled out a black sweater with a vest.

"OHHHH this one!" Queenie gave the matching set to Michael.

"Go try it on!" She pointed to the mens changing room. He walked over to it while she continued looking.

Queenie kept rummaging through the clothes when she heard someone clear their throat.

She turned around to see a smiling Mallory.

"Well you were right, this color doesn't look too bad on me." Queenie squealed with delight.

"I TOLD YOU!" She exclaimed.

"Now just to find a few more things to go with it." She continued as she went down another aisle.

"What about you? Go buy yourself something too." Mallory suggested with a smile. Queenie stood in thought before a smirk slowly crept over her face.

"What the hell!" Queenie handed Mallory some cloyhes she wanted both her and Michael to try on.

"Where's Michael?" Mallory questioned as Queenie started walking away.

"He's in the men changing room! Tell me what you think of my pick!" Queenie called behind her.

Mallory walked to the mens dressing room and lightly tapped on the only closed door.

"Hey Michael, how's it coming?" Mallory asked as she heard shuffling behind the door.

Michael opened the door and Mallory felt her skin crawl.

"I don't know about it..." He fidgeted with the outfit.

He wore a black sweater and a burgundy velvet vest. It was adorned with dark red buttons that had antique looking lions on them.

If it wasn't for him adjusting his vest and looking shy, she'd swear future Michael came back...

"...Mallory? What do you think?...Grandma never picked out anything like this for me before." He looked down at himself with a disgruntled face.

Mallory swallowed as she continued comparing the two Michael's in her head.

"I-I don't like it." She admitted. She looked through what else Queenie picked.

She held up a blue T shirt with a paint splattered design on the front.

"Try this." She handed it to him to try on. He took it and shut the door.

A few moments passed and he stepped out.

He looked a lot younger, like a 17 year old boy. But Mallory preferred it.

"Much better." She assured with a smile. He looked down at it woth a smile of his own.

"Yeah I like it too!"

"Well change back into your clothes so we can keep looking." He nodded as he shut the door to change.

An hour had passed as Queenie met with them at the cash register.

"So what did you get?" Mallory asked as she saw Queenie checked out with 5 bags.

"Eh, whatever I can fit in... So the whole plus section pretty much." She smiled with a shrug.

"We both got about two bags each." Mallory said as she counted the bags in her and Michael's hand.

She looked towards Michael and he was staring at something. Mallory followed his gaze to a person dressed in all black staring at him with a shit eating grin.

Queenie followed their gaze as well.

"...The fuck...Is he high or something?" She muttered as she gave him a nasty glare. The black clad man continued ignoring them and was smiling eerily at Michael.

Mallory reached out and tapped Michael's shoulder.

"Hey, ignore them and let's just get out of here. Dinners probably getting cold." Mallory said as to lure Michael away. Michael didn't say anything as he walked away with Mallory.

"Fucking creep." Queenie sneered as she followed them outside of the store.

Mallory had an eerie feeling about the person. The sooner they got home, the better.