faith

03| beignets

A knock at the door startled Hope and Faith from where they sat in their room. "I'm not answering it." Faith told her sister, from where she lounged on her bed.

Huffing, Hope got up, and pulled the door open to see their Aunt Freya, "What happened?" Hope asked, immediately thinking the worse.

"Yes, did Hope kill our mother?" Faith inquired, still looking through what appeared to be a magazine.

"Oh no, nothing," Freya reassured, "uh..your father has search parties scouring every inch of the city. We'll find her." She explained causing Hope to sigh out heavily.

"I just...when I saw you I just thought." Hope was cut off, by her sister.

"You thought you killed Mom. That because you couldn't handle your feelings you killed our mother." Faith bitterly said.

Freya sent her eldest niece a look, while Hope países before asking, "So, wait if she's still missing then why're you here?"

"Care package. Thought you two could use a taste of home." Freya said handing the two bags to Hope since Faith didn't get up.

"So you drove all this way to bring us beignets." Hope asked, disbelieving.

"You know I figured with everything going on, you could use a friend." Freya offered.

"Thanks but I'm-we're fine." Hope told her.

"Mm-mm." Freya hummed, "You know I could be wrong but um, I think this is the part where you invite me in."

"Please Aunt Freya come on in, Hope move." Faith demanded.

"Yeah. Yeah, come in." She told her. Hope then dropped to the ground to collect all the different books, she and her sister had out.

"Locator spells in 12 different languages? Thought you weren't allowed to do magic outside of the classroom."

"Who really listens to that rule, Aunt Freya. I'm a witch, I'm gonna use magic." Faith practically wined.

"And what are you reading," Freya retorted, grabbing the 'magazine' out of Faiths hands which was shown to actually be another book.

Chuckling nervously, Hope tried, "Catch up reading. We're trying to make up for being suspended. Keep our grades up." Looking at her aunt, Hope again tried, "we've got to get back to work Aunt Freya."

"Sure. Sure, I could just leave after the excruciating 11 hour drive to see my only nieces. Or...we could get comfy, stuff our faces with deep-fried glory, and you two could tell me about that cute boy that was in the house. Yeah, we got to have Rudy over more if he's gonna start cooking." Freya bargained.

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Seeing her best friend shirtless wasn't something new for Faith Mikaelson. She'd seen it often, they'd been friends for eight years. But when he was playing the Salvatore Schools game called.....Faith wasn't even sure, so she just called it Quiditch without a broom. Locking eyes with Rudy, Faith waved at him, which he did the same. Her stomach felt queasy which was something new for her, but she was snapped out of her thoughts by her Aunt. "Hey so, that stuff you two were studying earlier..." she trailed off, "alchemy of the Iberian Peninsula? Magic of the Middle East?"