Henrik Mikaelson believed he was stuck.
He saw how everyday had the same routine. You get up, fail a magic class, punch a vampire in the face, talk with your equally sad sister, eat, repeat.
After his parents deaths, they both just shut down. Hope...
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"Perhaps I'm not making myself clear here. This is a threat."
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HENRIK TRIED HIS BEST TO IGNORE how his heart pounded as he walked into the school grounds. The last time he was here, he left quite a departing message to the faculty. It may or may not have included fire. He wasn't anxious about them per se, but the actual place just brought bad memories. Angry memories. The good thing was he arrived on the first week of school, so he could easily blend with the other students. Hopefully, this would only be a small stop until he found the person he was looking for. He knew it was best he didn't arrive right on time, he wasn't looking to take classes or be found straggling the halls, so he arrived late around the afternoon just one or two hours before sundown.
It was a blend of different people, excited to see each other again, and eager about the new school year, but what really caught his eye were the sparks and fireworks shooting through the halls and living rooms. For a second, he remembered how fun this place had been when he was young. He remembered he and Hope practicing spells like those in the morning.
His happy memory dimmed as he caught a familiar face. She had a plastic cup in hand, drinking some type of smoothie as she walked away from the main staircase with a smile on her face. A smile that fell when her eyes landed on him.
"Ugh, Henrik Mikaelson. Someone shoot me already." Lizzie said, not bothering to hide her distaste as she walked away from her conversation with another girl. Henrik remembered the Saltzman twins well, or at least Lizzie. Josie tended to shrink into the background and funny enough he could see her a few feet away from her sister talking to another kid. But you could never forget Lizzie Saltzman, even if you wanted to. She crossed her arms almost defensively as he walked up to her. "Well, you certainly look terrible."
"Lizzie Saltzman, still awful?" He greeted her with the same type of malice as she did him, only with a smile and happy tone. Lizzie was very competitive and he enjoyed pushing her buttons to no end when they were children, especially when she got too mean-spirited in her anger. He didn't understand what she had against his sister but he was quick to intervene on Hope's behalf whenever she decided to take the high road (which she did way too often with Lizzie). Henrik, however, was self-aware enough to admit that he hated the high road and liked getting revenge on Lizzie way too much.
"Bite me, devil spawn." Was her only reply which made him laugh. It was nice to laugh after his week of guilt and self-torture. And even if he despised the school to no end, he could always rely on Lizzie Saltzman to tell it like it is. She didn't lie, she didn't try to make you feel better, she was almost unapologetically honest. Especially when you didn't want her to be.
"Only if you ask nicely." He gave a wide annoying grin before walking past her as he observed how the school had changed over the years he was gone. It hadn't. What a surprise. "I'm looking for your father. Where the hell is he?" He turned back to face her. He couldn't just call Alaric Saltzman up and reserve a meeting with him. Saltzman would have a crossbow with his name on it by the time Henrik stepped out of his car. It was easier to show up and surprise the teacher.
