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"𝒶𝓂 𝒾 𝓁ℴ𝓈𝒾𝓃' 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎, ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝓊𝓉ℯ 𝒾'𝓂 𝑔ℴ𝓃ℯ?"
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"Just remind me, why the hell aren't you allowed in New Orleans?"
Rebekah sighs, and refrains from rolling her eyes upon repeating the information to her younger sister for only the hundredth time during their stay in Beacon Hills. "I told you, they all think Hope is dead."
Ophelia downs the rest of her whiskey and slumps down on the sofa, grimacing as the baby begins to cry from the guest bedroom upstairs. Again. "And can you give me a time frame of when brother dearest will give up with the faked death ruse? Because the last time I checked, it's been four months, Bekah. Four, long months."
"Maybe when the witches don't want to sacrifice her."
"Ah," she replies as her legs cross over one another. "And care to explain to me why you decided to stay here, of all the places in the world?"
The Original vampire looks at the girl incredulously and shakes her head. "Are you that sick of me already?" When Ophelia playfully grins, a chuckle leaves her lips. "If I remember correctly, you're the one who offered-"
