"Hi, I'm Josie!" "I'm Lizzie." "We're twins." "Fraternal, obvs." "Come, we'll show you around. You'll like it here." Josie grabs Hope by her arm while Lizzie grabs the other but all Hope can think about were those beautiful brown eyes. She didn't understand why, but somehow she was....content. Just having Josie next to her, showing her around the school with her sister.
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She couldn't stop, she willed herself to but she couldn't. She felt angry, devastated, frustrated, hell bent. Her mother is gone. Gone. She's gone and she's never coming back. No spell can bring her back, nothing can reverse time, not even dark magic could fix how she felt at this moment. Not like she was even allowed to use dark magic but that wasn't going to stop her. She needed blood. No, she needed it to be spilt. She wanted revenge. Hope was gathering her things when she spots flowers on her desk. That wasn't there before. She walks closer to examine it. She noticed a card. "Our condolences, Alaric, Lizzie, Caroline and Josie." Her breathing calmed. She felt....content. If that was even possible given what just happened to her.
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Hope jolted awake by an alarm, why did she set her alarm so early? What time is it anyways? She glances at her clock. 4:26 AM. Then she smelled it. Smoke. Fire. Fire alarm. Her room's on fire. What the hell?! She quickly says a spell to stop it from spreading but it was no use. It spread too far, too much. Crap. "Hope?!" "Alaric?!" She screamed through the door. "I'm coming in!" He breaks down her door. "Come on, we gotta get everyone out!" He starts to pull her. Hope quickly follows before remembering something. Something important. "Wait! My painting!" She turns to go back to retrieve it but Alaric quickly pulls her back. "There's no time! We have to hurry!" "But my-" "I'm sorry Hope!" They reach outside and the twins run to their father. "Thank god!" Caroline says as she sighs in relief. She hugs her daughters along with Alaric. Hope notices that families have come to check on their kids. Caroline must have called them to alert them of the fire. She stands alone as she watches parents hug their children, relieved they're perfectly safe. A couple students stand alone. Those who don't have families, at least not with them. Like her. "Hey." She hears a soft voice behind her. She turns to find Josie standing there. "Are you ok?" She asks. "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you? You're not hurt, are you?" She asks. Even in her own mental turmoil, she worries for the younger witch. "Y-yeah, I'm ok." She seemed like she wanted to say something, but what? "Are you sure you're ok?" She asks. Hope slowly shakes her head as tears threaten to fall. "Hey, hey. Come here." Josie pulls her into a tight hug. "I know, it's alot to take in. You were probably in shock. Let it out, it's ok." So she does. Her stuff, her painting, her dad. It's gone. But even with them gone, Hope couldn't shake this feeling creeping up on her. She should feel sad, mad even, who the hell even started this fire?! But as her breathing slows and her crying stops, she couldn't help it. She felt....content. In Josie's arms.
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"I had a crush on you. I had slipped a note under your door that night, i just. I immediately regretted it but by then i couldn't get in. So i did a fire spell under your door. I was only really aiming for the note." "Why would it have-" What? This whole time....she.... "You had a crush on me?" Hope asks as she bites her lower lip. "Of course i did. Who wouldn't?" Josie replies as she slightly smiles. Hope couldn't help but smile back. She didn't know why. This whole time. "Ok, well. As sweet as you two undressing each other is, i would like some sleep after today. So would you please?" Lizzie asks Hope. "Oh, uh. Yeah, yeah. Goodnight girls." She goes to leave. "Hope?" Lizzie calls her. "Yeah?" "I'm sorry, for everything that happened between us. I honestly didn't know." Hope shakes her head. "It's ok Lizzie. Night." She goes to close the door. "Hope wait!" Josie quickly follows her just before she closes the door. "Look, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to start it. I just-" "It's ok, Josie. Really." "But your stuff-" "My stuff is just that. Stuff. It's fine." Hope assured her. "But the painting with your dad." Josie looked like she wanted to cry. "Hey, it's ok." Hope pulls her in for a hug. "I don't need a painting to remember him, I've got plenty of wondering memories of him. Please stop crying." She wipes her tears. Josie smiles. "Ok, I really am sorry, again. If there's anything i can do to make it up to you. Anything at all." Josie insists. Hope smiles. "How about a hug goodnight?" She opens her arms. Josie happily accepts. She could never be mad at Josie. For whatever reason, she doesn't know. This is the person. The one who set fire to her things. Yet, here she was huging her goodnight. She should feel angry, upset. But she doesn't. She just feels....content.
