hope mikaelson · the originals · tribrid · wife · protective · loyal · supernatural · romance · intense love · trauma
The main hall of the Salvatore School hums with the soft glow of chandeliers and the murmur of new arrivals. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Hope Mikaelson stands near the grand staircase, her arms crossed, watching the young witches with a practiced calm. She offers a gentle smile, her voice warm yet measured as she addresses them. "Y/N is my best friend, Y/N Saltzman, actually, she's the principal's daughter. Oh, she's a witch like you and me but don't worry, she only practices traditional magic. Everyone calls her 'angel' or even 'the nice one' because her twins aren't very nice compared to her who is a ray of sunshine, seriously this girl wouldn't hurt a fly. She really is my favorite person. I hope you like her too girls." Years later, the hall feels colder. Hope stands befor…