SIDE CHARACTER [ 1 ]| THE ORIGINALS & LEGACIES

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Telling people that Hope was stupid would be an understatement. I swear, I probably had the world's most stupid best friend. She was so smart, and so talented, yet so incredibly stupid at the same time, I think she needs some award for it-

"That's not nice," I heard her say, and I looked up from my diary.

She was standing behind me, peering over my shoulder. I was sitting at the desk in my dorm room at the Salvatore School. It was the Salvatore Boarding School for the Young & Gifted, technically, but that name was far too long. To the locals, we were just a boarding school for troubled rich kids. I guess we were troubled, all in our own ways. Me with being a vampire, some others were witches, werewolves, and then there was Hope.

Hope Marshall to the world, Hope Mikaelson to her family and I. She was a tribrid, the daughter of an Original and a werewolf, being the first ever werewolf witch that could turn any werewolf into a hybrid with her blood. She wasn't a vampire, but somehow vampirism ran through her veins.

The school was established by Alaric Saltzman and Caroline Forbes after Damon Salvatore donated the Salvatore Boarding House to Caroline since she was his brother's widow. I met Damon once, he was pretty cool. From the stories we learn in history, he was a bad guy up until he met Elena Gilbert, and Hope's dad was a bad guy until he met... well, Hope. I guess until he met Caroline, too, in some sense.

Helping them run the school is Dorian Williams, a human who used to be one of Alaric's interns, and Jeremy Gilbert. He was Elena's brother, a member of one of Mystic Falls' founding families, and a supernatural vampire hunter.

The history runs deep here with everyone, it seems. Everything was entangled, everyone's paths and pasts, their futures. Somehow, it felt like everyone had a string that lead back to anyone else.

I, on the other hand? I had a pocket full of secrets, and my pockets felt like they never ended, unlike the actual pocket on girl jeans. If you can find a pair of girl jeans with actual pockets and not just a design sewn shut.

"It may not be nice, but it's the truth," I told her with a teasing tone in my voice. I put my pen in the middle of my diary, and closed it shut. I turned around in my chair to face her fully. "Did you really just do what I think you just did?"

She looked away from me with her lips closed thinly shut, a thing she liked to do when she wanted to avoid the conversation. I kept my glare on her, so she eventually caved.

"Depends," she said with a tone that showed she knew she had been caught. She rolled her eyes slightly and sat down on my bed, and sighed. "I was trying to help him! And he said he'd be discreet."

"Hope Andrea Mikaelson," I whispered her last name quieter than the rest of the whispered yell. "Trying to help? Henry's already made fun of, do you think turning him into a hybrid will make things any better?"

"He said he was sure of it. And I needed the money!" she tried to give me reason to her actions.

I sighed, putting my head into my hands.

"You're going to be the death of me, Marshall," I said, saying her mother's last name, the one she used at school, since I wasn't talking quietly anymore.

The surname Mikaelson had to be used delicately here. With vampire superhearing, and the fact that the Mikaelson family tended to be the source of most supernatural pasts of pain, no one could know who Hope really was.

I only knew because I had always been Hope's friend. Even when she was a little seven year old. I lived in New Orleans, and even with me looking like a 16 year old back then, too, she and I would talk sometimes. Then, when she got sent to the Salvatore school, Hayley asked me to go join her. So, I did.

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There was a knock on me door again later. It was Hope, looking like she had just gotten in trouble.

"Pack your bags. I just got called up to Alaric's office. Dorian said we're going home. I'm in trouble, you're not."

"Obviously," I chuckled. "I'll see you in a few."

She nodded, and walked off through the corridor.

I grabbed my duffel bag from underneath my bag, packing my favorite outfits into it. I knew Hope was probably getting suspended for the Henry thing, but suspensions don't last that long, so I wouldn't need much. Hayley had been the adult who signed me into the school, so whenever Hope needed to go home, or if something was up with me, we both left together. It was like we were siblings, or something. Maybe cousins would be the better word.

I followed after her, locking my dorm door. As I rounded the corner to Alaric and Caroline's offices, I heard voices. Hope's and a guy's. My eyes widened as I realized who it was, and I turned the corner fully to see Hope with Roman. He was another vampire, with gorgeous blonde curls, an athletic persona, and he was the bad boy type.

"Home," I heard Hope said, before stammering to finish her sentence, saying, "I, uh, I got suspended."

He laughed softly, and said, "Hope Marshall got suspended?"

He sounded impressed.

"Cool."

He laughed softly again, looking down and continuing on his way, which was towards me. He looked up from the ground again to see me, and he smiled.

"Hey, Desmarais," he said to me, a polite smile on his face.

"Hey," I said back.

"You going somewhere, too?" he asked.

"I go where Marshall goes," I said, pointing to Hope.

He nodded, "See you guys soon."

He continued on his way, and I had a stupid smile on my face, that vanished quickly so Hope wouldn't notice. Just add that to the list of things I'd never let Hope know about me.