Marshall not Mikaelson (Being rewritten atm)

"Well, this sport is violent."

A/N: Hey🙂 I'm back... kinda
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"Everywhere I go I drag this coffin just in case"- Falling in reverse

"Hey Aunt Freya," Hope spoke into the phone.

After yesterday's events, she knew she needed to discuss the unusual change in her magic with an experienced witch. Whom being, her Aunt Freya.

"Hello, Hope," her aunt greeted her.

"How's everyone back home?" She asked taking a seat on her bed.

"Great, we are all missing you and your mom very much,"

"We miss you too." she's smiled even though she knew her aunt couldn't see her.

Oh, how she yearned to be back home with her family. She could never forget the feeling of her home. Waking up each morning, to the delightful noise of street musicians in the French Quarter. Strolling through the streets of the art fairs, with her father by her side. Admiring the works of another artist while her father criticized the ways of modern art. The afternoons shopping with her Aunt Rebekah. And late evenings spent toiling on spells and hexes with Aunt Freya. One of her favorite moments of the day were when Uncle Elijah would sneak her small boxes of flavorful benights before dinner. Each time he was scolded by her mother for spoiling her appetite. Yet he did it time after time again.

Her face lit up, just from the memories. 

"So to what do I owe this pleasure, little one?" her aunt spoke, making her feel like a fish snatched out of water. 

Her face drooped as she recollected the fundamental intention behind her call. She had to focus on the task at hand, not memories. That's all they are. All they will ever be. Memories.

"...Um, Aunt Freya, something's been happening." she began

"What!?" Hope could hear the immediate shift of tone in her Aunt's voice. The curiosity. The apprehension. The fear.

"No," she spoke calmly to settle her aunt. "Nothing bad has happened."

Yet

The voice in her head was too eager to negate her words.

"My magic has just been... sensitive, really sensitive lately."

"In what way?"

"Remember when I was younger, and always had to wear my bracelet to prevent premonitions when I touch someone?"

"Yes. It is happening again, is it not?"

"Yeah. Except the bracelet is on." Hope spoke watching the silver wrapped on her wrist.

The bracelet she donned was originally forged from the silver handcuffs used to hinder a witch's ability to use magic. It was first allotted to her to prevent accidental magic use as a child. As the tribrid grew in age, knowledge, and power the magical jewelry was no longer needed.

But, after everything -everything with The Hallow. It was best to start wearing it again. The more she used magic the easier it would be for someone to locate her. 

If she's found...

Well, nothing good will come from that.

"Keep it on at all times. You placed the protection spells on the house as I instructed?"

"Yes, first thing."

After they purchased the home she put a basic spell that keeps people with ill intentions out of the house.