Always And Forever | The Originals

7: Arlo Mikaelson

Magic is a special thing.

A powerful thing.

A memorable thing.

Magic for me was something I shared with my mum. She taught me everything I knew, well before I went to the school that was. Magic was our thing. Mum loves magic. It's who she is. I think if she ever lost it, she would be a shell of a person, her and magic aren't separate things. They're one.

Davina Claire is my mother. The famous harvest girl. A very powerful New Orleans witch and I and my sister adopted that too... The strength with magic. Maybe not the strongest witches the school had ever seen but currently, some of the strongest witches are still attending the school.

Hope Marshall and Luna Labonair were the strongest witches the school had ever had. Luna's Grimoire is on display next to this old dudes journal in the library... Salvatore someone. Stefan, that's it. Stefan Salvatore's journal is on display and Luna's Grimore is in a glass case next to it. She comes to the school sometimes, when the Malivore monsters are at their worst.

She has sad eyes. But a happy joyful smile, it was confusing making her hard to read. Was she sad or was she happy? I don't think I'll ever know... maybe one day I'll have the courage to talk to her about magic... but probably not. She is typically always with her boyfriend... The other Salvatore boy. Darren? No that's not right. Damon... She's normally with Damon and he's pretty scary.

Mum would have loved Luna... I hear stories about her all the time. About what she did for the school when she was here full time. She had the same love for magic that my mum had.

I missed having my mum around all the time... I missed our magic lessons, the lessons at the boarding school just weren't the same. Mum made them fun, and there was no pressure if I messed up. Here everyone expects you to be perfect all the time... I thought the whole point of the stupid school was to encourage and teach... Well, I've been here since I was 9 and honestly, it's just stuck up princess and meathead boys here.

I wasn't used to toxic energy... Mum was loving and nurturing and never put Camille and me down, only praising us and saying we'll get it next time if we messed up. Let's be honest she was teaching a 9 and 6-year-old magic we messed up a lot. The older we got the less frequent the magic lessons with mum were.

Apparently, it was dangerous for her to be around us... Dad too. My dad was an Original Vampire, Kol Mikaelson. Yeah, the Mikaelson name is a bitter pill to swallow. Maybe that's why we were never allowed to admit to being one. We were registered as Claire at the boarding school to 'protect' us. Though I don't know what from. But it was enough to scare mum and send us here.

I vowed to find a way we could be together full time again. Holidays and the odd day trip weren't enough. I missed my parents. I missed my dad looking at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes before he began to chase me in our garden, in our Home. I missed mums god awful cooking, the smell of burnt pancakes snaking through the house early in the morning before school. I missed hearing mum and Camille singing in the mornings as mum helped her get ready for school. I missed them terribly.

I knew it was something or someone that was practically hunting my parents, it explains the constant moving towns. But with that said mum's cloaking spells only last a few months. Just as we get settled in a place were rushed out in the middle of the night in a haze as dad hurries us to gather our things and get in the car as he stood to watch by the door. So this something had magic. Magic is powerful enough to undo a cloaking spell and do a locator spell.

I needed to find a way to create a powerful cloaking spell. One with a million ends that only made it tighter with every pull at it in an attempt to untie the mass of magic to assure we could be together longer than a few days. A cloaking spell, within a cloaking spell, within a cloaking spell... the amount of magic it would take to create a complex spell as such is a lot. A lot more than I had right now at 14 and a lot more than my mother hand but that didn't stop me working at it.