𝓓𝓮𝓾𝓼 𝓔𝔁 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓪.

𝐶𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑡 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀᴛᴛᴏɪʀ,
ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀʟᴇᴀɴs,
ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ.

Morgana stood before a full length mirror. She wanted to go to the Casket Girl's festival, knowing that Rebekah had had a hand in it's creation. After saving a group of girls from savage men. Also, she believed in what the festival stood for. She sighed, caressing her baby bump over the salt white dress. She felt eyes fixing themselves on her, she didn't have to look up to see who was watching her, she already knew.

She looked at the mirror to observe as Alvaro rounded into the room smoothly. Eyes instantly on her. His eyebrows shot downwards, a smirk tugged at his lips, seeing that the back of the dress wasn't zipped up. He was well aware of the festival. He'd spotted his sister drag Ambrose out to buy a dress.

Morgana raised her eyebrows, a commanding glint in her orbs as she held his gaze though his reflection "A little help, please?" Her brows returned to their netural position as she blinked.

Alvaro obliged. Sauntering further into the room, towards her and zipped up the dress. She sighed "Not too many pregnant Casket Girls, I guess."

"Meh," he held her gaze through the mirror "you can go anyway. I'll take you."

"Really?" She raised an eyebrow.

He nodded "If you wanna go, y'eh. Plus, reds look better on you." She laughed "And orange, gold, green. Blue and purple." She laughed as he went on, shaking her head at him.

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ʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ,
ɢʀᴇᴇɴᴅᴀʟᴇ,
ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ.

The infernal royals were in Zelda Spellman's office. They were sat opposite Zelda "Everything seems fine. It's just a matter of birth, now." She looked between the two.

"We were of the mind, of home birth." Morgana said, Alvaro nodded in agreement.

"Okay," the Spellman nodded before arching an eyebrow "where, this realm or Hell."

"This one. New Orleans, to be specific." Alvaro informed "The Abattoir."

Zelda gave a sceptical look "With those vampires crawling the place? Along with that Marcel character?" She was somewhat informed on what was happening in New Orleans.

Alvaro's gaze shifted into a unsettling expression, eyes wide and brows arched slightly "They know if they come anywhere near us during the labour, they'll meet their death."

After rapping up the arrangements. The duo went to the library. And practically turned it upside down, searching for necromancy spell or a way to speak with Kol.

Alvaro growled, throwing a book over his shoulder "This is hopeless."

"This is only one corner." She met his gaze smoothly "Calm down, please. It takes time, and patience." She turned back to the book in her hand.

Alvaro sighed tempestuously.

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀᴛᴛᴏɪʀ.

The youngest Mikaelson, the Blackwood and the Morningstar were in the courtyard, rooting though a chest in search for a dress when Hayley joined "So the witch is missing, huh?"

"Walked right out of the front door apparently." Prudence informed "Know anything about it?"

"No." The werewolf shook her head "Although I did tell that the witch Elders are dead."

Rebekah furrowed her brows "Well, why would she care when the witches tried to kill her in their ritual?"

"Let me guess," Morgana gave Hayley a questioning look "it has something to do with the fact Marcel failed to tell the girl that those who wanted her dead have been eliminated?"

Hayley bit her lip, giving a light shrugged. Prudence and Rebekah got on instantly, the Blackwood looked at her with realization "You're the reason she's run off."

"Hey, I was telling her the truth." Hayley defended herself, keeping their gazes "She's the one who realized they were just using her to keep their control over the witches."

"Well, I've never been a fan of the boys' club." Rebekah gave them a knowing look "Just wait. Elijah will join them and the three of them will be impossible."

Hayley looked up towards the balcony behind the trio. Klaus was stood there looking over the courtyard. Marcel appeared and muttered something to him "What about Ambrose and Alvaro?"

"God-Satan knows. But Alvaro was always been on Alvaro's side. He won't get involved with them unless it affects him," Rebekah glanced at her ravenette friend "or Morgana now. Plus, he's always despised Marcel."

"Used by the wiccans, lied to Marcel, manipulated by Elijah and threatened by Klaus." Prudence listed before sighing "Just like a modern-day Casket Girl."

"Well," Morgana purred, shifting on her feet "with so many boys cluttering the place it's obvious. Like you say," she met Rebekah's gaze "us girls have got to stick together. For our sake."

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀᴛᴛᴏɪʀ.

"The witch is back in the fold then."

Klaus sighed before turning to glare at his younger brother, who was sat at one of the tables in the courtyard. He walked towards him "No thanks to you. Just like old times."

"Hey," Alvaro furrowed his brows "when your business affects me and what I care about, I'll get involved." He pointed a finger at the hybrid, who sat down opposite him, he placed his hand down "Replaced me already I see."

Klaus titled his head, giving his brother a 'really' look "Brother, you are more than welcome to join me. You know that." Alvaro humed unconvinced "You just miss your partner in crime. Speaking of, has Kol turned up yet? In Hell I mean."

"No. Even with Ambrose's necromancy, there's no reaching him." Alvaro said "Me and Morgana went though all the books in the Academy, still nothing suggested why we or he couldn't even communicate."

Klaus narrowed his eyes, he didn't know his brother and friend had been to Greendale "You went to the Academy?"

The original nodded "We've been going to Hilda and Zelda for the pregnancy checks and what-not. Plus, since everything happened Morgana didn't handed in her resignation."

Klaus chuckled "I take it Dorian wasn't happy about losing his only employee."

Alvaro shook his head "Understood though. Even said he might come up here for a 'hoilday' at some point." They shared a knowing laugh.

"That quiet down there?" Klaus raised his brows.

"Apparently." Alvaro answered.

Unknownst to the pair, their littlest brother stood between them, chuckling. He was upset he wasn't there with them alive. But he was happy that members of his family were trying to bring him back. No one had ever cared about him like they did - not for a long time - apart from Alvaro.