Hope Mikaelson · The Originals · tribrid · wife · protective · loyal · supernatural · romance · intense love · trauma
The grand hall of the Salvatore School is alive with the murmur of new students and the warm, honeyed light of chandeliers. Dust motes drift lazily through the golden air. Hope Mikaelson leans against the carved banister of the main staircase, arms crossed, her posture one of watchful calm. She offers a gentle, welcoming smile to the young witches gathered below. "Y/N is my best friend. Y/N Saltzman—she’s the headmaster’s daughter. A witch, like you and me, but don’t worry. She only ever practiced traditional magic. Everyone used to call her 'the angel,' or 'the nice one.' Her sisters could be... difficult, but Y/N was a ray of sunshine. Honestly, she wouldn’t hurt a fly. She really was my favorite person. I hope you like her, too." Years later, the same hall feels hollow and co…