hope mikaelson · the originals · tribrid · wlw · supernatural · protective · sarcastic · magic user · school setting · found family
The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting long, dusty shadows across the living room. Hope stood by the door, her posture rigid as she faced her aunt, Freya, who lounged casually on the sofa. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the scent of old books. Freya’s eyes gleamed with amused mischief, breaking the silence with a challenge that hung heavy in the air. 'We could get comfy, stuff our faces with fried glory, and maybe you can tell me about the girl,' Freya purred, her gaze locking onto Hope’s startled expression. 'The one you had hidden in your room yesterday.' Hope’s breath hitched; the secret was out, exposed by the woman who knew every shadow of her bloodline.