LITTLE WITCH ▹ THE ORIGINALS

twenty-nine; daydreaming and old friends

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Remi's head bobbled around as her unconscious frame lay propped up against the car seats. Twenty-four hours had passed the fight with her father, and they had since abandoned the motel and continued on their road trip. Of course she wasn't truly mad at her father for lashing out at her. People snap, right? It wouldn't be Remi if she had held a grudge - it wasn't in her nature. Instead, she played it off as him simply having an off-day. But was it? 

It seemed as though adventure was brewing in the air, as young Sawyer Liondale was finally in New Orleans after his weeks-long absence. In these twenty four hours, Remi Moore welcomed sleep with open arms, a fete that she had been doing a lot recently. She dreamed of a moment that occurred merely a four days prior, a moment where she couldn't have possibly been any happier. 

It is unfathomable that four days have the ability to pass within the blink of an eye. 

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The quiet blond boy, who had been beckoned back to the city of the undead, strolled throughout the bustling streets, just as he had done months prior. The air that he breathed was once the air that he shared with Remi - though it seemed like eons had passed since then. He could barely remember her voice, what her laugh sounded like, the way her nose crinkled when she smiled. 

He so intensely wanted to go back - back to when everything was easy. The decision to stay with his parents in Georgia was anything but simple, but regretted it every day since. There was a permanent hole in his heart that only one person could fill. After Elizabeth managed to capture the adult Liondales (and so many other wolves) for the second time, Sawyer had acquired a terrible fear, even simply thinking about being away from them. Like Remi, he had a very small family. It was one of the first things they had bonded about at the tender age of eight years old, meeting for the first time in school. Family meant everything to the kids, and it still did.

But somehow, he forgot about everything else in his life that mattered other than them. He forgot about his love of music, his fascination of the intricacies of art, his drive to do well in school, and he forgot about Remi.

'Why am I so stupid?'  he inwardly cursed at himself. How could he forget about the girl who had done so much for him?

As if on cue, the boy managed to walk directly into the cement wall he had seen so many times before, which was followed by a spectral whoosh.

"Sawyer, you're earlier than expected," the gruff hybrid spoke, quirking an eyebrow at the werewolf boy had just showed up at the entrance of the abattoir looking absolutely dazed.

Sawyer shook his head, restarting his thoughts. "I bought the first plane ticket I could get. You all sounded really urgent over the phone yesterday, and said something about Remi being on a road trip with her father now? Writing a bunch of letters? What the hell is going on?"

Klaus nodded, an unreadable expression on his face. Remi was still a sore topic. "Come in."

Sawyer walked briskly behind the hybrid, anxiously rubbing his hands together every now and again. They approached the courtyard, and soon several more bodies appeared in front of them. Marcel was there, eyes focused intently on the tiled ground, as was Elijah, Rebekah, Freya, Kol and Davina. Everyone had flocked to greet the boy Remi had been best friends with.

"Kol, Davina, this is Sawyer, a good friend of Remi's," Elijah mused, gesturing toward the teen. "What a pleasant surprise. We didn't think you'd show so soon."