Sister From Another Mister (The Originals) {Finished}

Chapter Three

I was helping Hope go through spell books, even if I wasn't a witch, I knew what to do.

There was a knock on the door.

Hope and I shared a look, not expecting anyone to come. Hope got up to open the door. It was Freya. I felt fear bubble up in my stomach.

"W-what happened?" Hope also looked scared.

"Is mom...?" I couldn't finish that sentence.

"Uh, oh, no, nothing. Uh,, no, your... your father has search parties scouring every inch of the city. We'll find her." Freya reassured us.

"I just... when I saw you, I thought she... yeah." Hope sighed. "So, wait, if she's still missing, then why are you here?"

She held up a bag of our favorite treat.. "Care package. Thought you guys could use a taste of home."

"So you drove all this way to bring us beignets?" Hope raised her brows.

"I'm so glad you did." I snatched the bag from her.

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

I grabbed a beignet, taking a huge bite. Ever since becoming a werewolf, I've had an appetite.

"Thanks. But we're really fine." Hope didn't want Freya in because of the spell books.

I shook my head, brushing powder sugar from around my mouth. "We're worried sick."

Hope shot me a glare. I shrugged, not caring as I ate more of my beignet.

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

"Yeah. Yeah." Hope opened the door.

Hope began to pick up. Freya looked at them.

"Locator spells in twelve ancient languages?" Freya asked. "Thought you weren't allowed to do magic outside of the classroom."

"She's not." I said with my mouth full.

"Catch up reading." Hope lied. "I'm trying to make up for getting suspended. Keep my grades up."

Freya hummed, knowing she was lying. She plopped down beside me, stealing a beignet from the bag. I glared, playfully at her. Hope placed the spell books on her dresser, turning to face Freya.

"I got to get back to work, aunt Freya." Hope said.

"Sure. Sure. I mean, I could just leave after an excruciating 11 hour drive to see my nieces or... we could get comfy, stuff our faces with deep fried glory, and you could tell me about that cute boy you had hidden in your room last week." Freya chuckled. I smiled, happy that she called me her niece. Freya took a bite of her beignet, smirking at me. "Or the Salvatore boy who you talk about all the time, being in your room and you hiding him."

I blushed. I did talk about him all the time. Hope blushed with me.

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Hope dragged me away from my beignet, not caring about me pleading with her to let me go so I could grab it.

I crossed my arm with a pout, mad at Hope still.

"So, which one is he?" Freya questioned, watching the kids play soccer.

"The hot one that sweats diamond dust." Hope smirked.

"Uh-huh." Freya chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, watching Roman make a goal. I never really liked him. When I was around him, I would get a weird feeling.

Roman waved at Hope.