𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞 ⟪♥︎⟫ Elijah Mikaelson

VII

Eloise's brown hair dangled from her bun as she reached down to place the cup of tea and the double espresso on the table. A soft sigh leaving her lips, 'Et voilà.'

'Merci,' Daniel thanked her as his hands wrapped around his coffee, inhaling the smell, before looking at Leah.

'Pas du problème,' Eloise told them as she hurried off to help the other customers.

Leah didn't know whether she envied or admired the joyful and childlike way in which Eloise always moved. With her soft brown eyes, brown curls and bright red lipstick, she was always a sight for the sore eye. There was something magical about her, elf-like possibly. A small smirk took ahold of her lips, if vampires existed, elves should too. They'd always been her favourite fantasy creatures, they resembled kindness, she liked that.

'Well someone is far up in the clouds,' Daniel commented as he waved his hand in front of her stilled gaze.

'Sorry, there's just a lot going on. I told you about Jacques, right? The boy in class? He hasn't showed up for the last week, but he isn't registered as ill. Everyone thinks he's just slacking, but I'm not so sure if that's really the case. I don't think he likes being at home.'

'You're too invested in your students,' he grunted, 'boys slack school and sometimes girls do too. They're teenagers, what on earth did you expect?'

A huff escaped her lips, for she couldn't deny the thing he accused her off. She adored her students, they were so much more passionate than adults. It was like they had a fire burning in their hearts, with enough stubbornness to protect it. Old enough to think and talk about serious subjects, but young enough not to be too serious about them.

They were incredibly hard to keep interested, but from time to time, they asked the most wonderful questions. Ones she'd never think about if it wasn't for them asking.

'How's your loverboy?'

The question took her off guard, the spoon, that was stirring circles in her tea, stilled. 'Loverboy, seriously?'

'I assumed he hurt your feelings, because you haven't talked about him yet. And a week ago, you wouldn't stop.'

Her eyes widened as he touched the subject spot on, sometimes she wondered whether he was psychic. Who knew, maybe he was? Some kind of warlock or something, she never did ask Elijah whether Hogwarts existed. Probably not, she reasoned, it wouldn't add up with what he'd told her about his witchy mother. But maybe that was denial talking, she didn't want to imagine a wizzarding world if she couldn't be part of it.

'There are so many wheels turning in your head, but you haven't said a thing,' he told her, while his eyes twinkelend mischievously.

Definitely a psychic, Leah decided.

'What do you do when someone isn't a good person- no- when someone is a good person, who's done many wrong things. Very wrong things. But they've always been good to you and they are definitely a good person at heart?'