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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.
﹙ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒏 ﹚
࿐ ࿔ ✧˖*°
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A New Order was in the city. Beverly moved out of the plantation along with Elijah and Rebekah, after the Mikaelsons worked out their dilemmas. By worked it—Beverly really means they just looked at one another in a brooding manner and called it a day.
She was unpacking a few boxes in her new room and getting settled in her room when she heard noise from the other bedroom right next to hers. In an attempt to take a break, she left to check what the fuss was all about.
"Hello?" Beverly walked in, not a mere thought of knocking, and recognized a scene not very different from hers. Another petite witch surrounded by boxes and moving in, "You are Davina, aren't you?"
"Yes," Davina turned around, "And you would be Elijah's daughter?"
Beverly frowned, huffing out, "That's a stretch, I am the comedic relief here."
"So, let's go with just Marcel's crush?"
The Hills' girl was doing everything in her power to not fangirl and go; Marcel talks about me? What does he say?
No, I am an adult. I don't fangirl.
She sighed, crossing her arms, "What are you looking for?"
Davina closed one of the boxes, answering, "My violin. I must have left it in the attic."
The blonde witch shrugged, "So, just go get it."
The young Claire girl looked at her as if she was the craziest woman she had ever seen, which is not far from the truth, "I can't. It's not safe for me out there."
