Make Quiet Things Heard

Chapter 38 : We've All Forgotten People (Ep.6|Part 1)

Josie's POV

Last night when I saw Lizzie and Hope, something was off. I knew Lizzie was hiding something, and it turns out I was right. She knows Hope's real identity. She got her memories back because the spell I did to get rid of the Oni from her mind. So I figured that's the answer. But I can't reverse engineer the spell on my own. I need help. It's common wealth day tomorrow so I told Landon that I'm going on a trip to Richmond. But I am currently at a bar in New Orleans trying to find answers. I'm here for one reason. Freya Mikaelson. An original witch. Hope's aunt. Or at least that's my understanding. She's the one I need for the spell.

I'm questioning myself if I should even bring back everyone's memories or my memories. Because what if Hope really did move on, and in getting my memories back, I'm just setting myself up for pain. And guessing from what I wrote in my diary entries, I loved her. She was my best friend. So if she did move on. I'm gonna get my heart broken all over again. And I don't wanna go through that pain anymore. A part of me wants to remember her. Because I can't live with myself, with the regret of not finding the answers. Not remembering her. So I need to do this. And maybe things will go the rught way for me. And she does love me, the way I loved her. But I could also be hurting Landon and--. My thoughts are cut off when a blonde woman addresses me.

"And how old are you claiming to be?"
"21... ish." I lie. She sits in front of me.
"Relax. It's called "the Big Easy" for a reason. "she reassures me. "I'm Freya. I hear you've been asking around the Quarter for me." so this is the Legendary Freya Mikaelson.
"I'm Josie. I'm a student at the Salvatore School. Mystic Falls?" I introduce.
"Yeah, I've heard of it. My wife's got an eye on it for our son."
"I kind of need your help. There's this spell that I'm kind of trying to reverse engineer." I say and she slowly gets up.
"I'm sure one of your teachers can help you with that."
"An ancient Japanese black magic purge spell?" she leans down to me eye-to-eye.

"Those aren't the kind of spells school kids should be messing with. You should go home." she says and walks away.
"Wait." I stand up frim my chair, but she keeps walking. "You have photos in your home of someone you don't recognize." I add, that gets her attention and she stops dead in her tracks. "Feels like you should know them, but you don't?"
"How did you know that?" she turns around and walks back to the table.
"We've all forgotten people. It doesn't matter what I say. The spell that I need is the only way that you're gonna remember for yourself." Freya thinks about my offer for a long time. But she eventually agrees. She tells the bartender to close down the bar. Once everyone is out. We start to work on the spell.

Hope's POV

I am currently in the town square preparing for Commonwealth day. Apparently MFHS students have to help setting this up. But I'm not complaining, since I need to be here to watch over the portal away. Maya and I are setting up the tables when I get a paper cut.
"Ow! I have done that, like, five times. Is it possible to die from a paper cut?" I ask
"Careful. That's the best arm in town now. Let me see." she grabs my hand and checks it. "Yeah. It's fatal." she chuckles. Then we get scolded by the Councilman for 'slacking'.
"Ruined by an old, white guy politician, though? Totally plausible. How did that guy win an election?" Maya asks.

"Democracy... isn't what it used to be." I say and walk to another table to set up.
"Hey, I got to head to practice." she says.
"So you're not gonna help me?" I ask.
"Sorry, cutie." she chuckles.
"Okay. See you after?" I ask hopeful.
"Not unless you're coming to physical therapy with me to watch over Ethan. Our life's a real party these days." she walks away. But turns to me again. "If you ever want to see me Hope, you should probably just ask me out." she winks at me and walks away. I roll my eyes at her antics. Maya and her ego. Just then someone grabs my ankle and I jump. I look down and see Lizzie under the table.