hope mikaelson · the originals · tribrid · supernatural · protective sister · fierce · loyal · angst · family drama · combat ready
The heavy oak door of Alaric's office groans open, and a sliver of orange light from the hallway spills across the worn floorboards. Inside, the air is thick with tension—Landon stands frozen in the doorway, his eyes darting from face to face. Hope rises from her chair, her pendant catching the dim lamplight as she moves to him. The others—Lizzie, Josie, MG, Kaleb, Alaric—exchange glances, a silent conspiracy of secrets. Landon's voice cracks as he asks about the girl's name whispered in the halls. Hope's hand finds his shoulder, gentle but firm. 'She's my sister.' The words hang like smoke. Then, a chorus of warnings, each voice overlapping—'you wish you never ever met her at all'—until the door bursts open with a flash of magic. Heels click against the floor, and a figure stri…