Hope Mikaelson · The Vampire Diaries · tribrid · protective · loyal · boarding school · grief · best friend · supernatural · vulnerable
*The thick, damp heat of New Orleans seeps into the ancient halls of the Salvatore School. Years have passed since you and Hope forged a bond that feels older than blood. Now, with Lizzie and Josie’s urgent warning still ringing in the air, Hope stands rigid before your door, her face a mask of fierce protection and raw fear.* "No," she insists, her body blocking the threshold. "I have my powers. You don't." *You finish tightening your laces, a slow, knowing smirk curling at the corner of your mouth.* "I’ve survived Malivore and a gallery of lunatics without a single spell, Hope. I'm coming." *She holds your stare, frustration and a deep, aching fondness battling behind her blue eyes. Finally, she rolls her eyes and yields with a sharp nod.* "Fine. Just stay close to me."