LITTLE WITCH ▹ THE ORIGINALS

✔︎four; revenge and relaxation

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Dawn seemed to come too quickly, but the Mikaelsons were up bright and early to discuss all things pertaining to Remi Moore. 

"So, does anybody have a lead on the witch bitches who did this?" Marcel asked as he leaned forward in the chair, his restless arms steadied on his thighs.

"No, not yet. We're hoping Remi will know. One of us will ask her once she wakes up," Freya replied. 

Marcel nodded and gazed down at the floor. "Alright. Just... go easy on her."

"I agree. Perhaps we should wait until the subject isn't so raw. What we know as of right now is that whoever they might be obviously knew where Remi and Amelia lived. Amelia was tortured relentlessly, so there was definitely a history of bad blood. Anything else?" Elijah paced.

"Yesterday morning, Remi came to us and explained what happened to her mum. She said that a coven had a vendetta against her since she wouldn't distribute the ancestral magic, did she not?" Rebekah asked.

"There are only two other covens in New Orleans with enough power to take down a high priestess: the French Quarter coven, and the Grand Coven," Freya replied. "The Grand Coven is adamant about practicing pure, elemental magic, so I highly doubt they would ever hold a grudge so extreme to the point where they kill someone. Marcel, you have experience with the French Quarter coven. What do you think?" Freya asked.

"I think those witches would do anything to get what they wanted, which includes eliminating competition from the game," Marcel growled, but was interrupted by a forceful rumble beneath their feet. Bookshelves toppled forward and chandeliers swung violently from side to side as everyone stood up and tried to balance themselves. 

Once the building ceased to shake, Rebekah sighed, already knowing what the source of the earthquake was. "Remi," she muttered, and flashed upstairs.

"Hey," Rebekah said. "What are you doing? You just shook the whole bloody city of New Orleans."

"I-I didn't mean to, not on purpose. I don't know what's happening to me. I've never done anything like that before," Remi replied as her hazel eyes gleamed with nerves.

"Stay here. I'll be back," the original said, walking out of the room and back downstairs. As she walked back into the courtyard, everyone stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting to see what had transpired upstairs.

"What the hell happened?" Marcel asked anxiously.

"I don't think Remi can handle this magic any longer, especially since it hasn't been more than 24 hours since she became a bloody orphan," Rebekah replied.

"Rebekah's right. We need to find a way to keep her calm until we can actually help her," Freya agreed.

"I second that, but how are we supposed to control the the emotions of a teenage girl?" Elijah asked.

"With the amount of magic that she's keeping bottled up right now, I don't think there's a way to naturally keep it at bay, but... we could sedate her," Freya replied hesitantly. She knew that it was a controversial move, but the girl would die and take whole city down with her if they didn't figure something out soon.

"Sedate her? Are you kidding me? No. Hell no, there has to be another way," Marcel butted in stubbornly. Now that Remi had no one else to look out for her, the vampire was determined to protect from her everything shitty in the world.