Legacies; The Remake

Chapter 1

"Hope? Hope!"
Hope body vibrated in sudden shock, before she remembered where she was.
"Did you hear anything I said?" said Alaric Saltzman, her head teacher.

"Mhm" replied Hope, widening her eyes to ensure she doesn't zone out again, then putting her right leg over her left as she let out a sigh. Here she was, back at school as if nothing had happened. It had been a week since her father had sacrificed his life for hers, stabbing himself with a white oak stake covered in wolfsbane. Her uncle also died, he couldn't handle life without his dear brother.

"I understand this is extremely hard for you, especially being back here. Freya informed me that you're having an extra hard time controlling your magic" said Dr.Saltzman, lowering his tone to seem more pitiful, apologetic.

Hope turned her head up towards him and raised her eyebrows, of course.
"I'm fine I-" said Hope, before getting cut off.

"So" he sighed, "You'll be getting private sessions with Emma twice a week"
Hope looked up at him, severely annoyed.
"Mandatory" Alaric said, as if he could read her mind.

Mikaelson rolled her eyes and sighed,
"can I go now?" she asked.
He gestured with his hand, giving her permission. She got up and left in defeat and annoyance.

On her way to her dorm room, Hope's head began to hurt, her head was spinning and her eyes couldn't focus. Her legs suddenly felt weak, she leaned at the wall for support as she closed her eyes, hardly baring to watch the world spin rapidly before her eyes.

The girl noticed the wall behind her moving backwards, she toppled on the ground, now no longer having a wall to support her, soon she realised she was leaning on a door, and someone had opened this door.

"Hope?" she heard a voice say from behind her, as a soft, small hand touched her shoulder.

Hope opened her eyes, she noticed her cheeks were wet. The pain had faded away, now being just faint. She looked at the person behind her, turns out it was Josette Saltzman, who was looking at her with her big puppy eyes worryingly.

The Mikaelson brushed Josette's hand of her shoulder carelessly, shooting her a dirty look.
"I'm fine." She said, coldly, as she stood up from the floor, using the now open door for support and then practically running to her room.

Saltzman stood idle in the now empty hall, wondering why on earth had Hope gave her that attitude? After all, she was just trying to help. She felt sick to her stomach thanks to that death stare Hope had given her. She put her hand on her stomach, managing to drop the book and papers she was holding in the process

"Shit." she mumbled, as she bent down to pick them all up, she noticed a small piece of writing in one of her notes that wasn't hers, it wasn't her handwriting, nor was it her twins. She frowned, as she began reading curiously, a drop of red, thick liquid wetted the paper. Being a witch, nosebleeds are quite common, so Josette's first thought and reaction was putting hand on her nose, and she was right. Her soft, small, nose was indeed bleeding.

Josette hurried back inside her room and went to the en suite bathroom, wetting her nose whilst thinking, why would she get a nosebleed now? She hasn't done any type of magic all day. Oh well.