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THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS

"So, you're real quiet today." Sara noted as she wrote on a notebook. Nat looked at her and shrugged. All day she had felt as if something bad was going to happen, Marcel's words from the funeral running through her head still.

"I'm sorry. How was your sister?" Nat asked her and Sara sighed.

"Annoying. You'd like her." Sara told her jokingly and Nat chuckled. "She was okay, still worried about our dad but, good nonetheless."

"I didn't get to meet her." Nat pouted and Sara rolled her eyes.

"It was for the best. One of you is enough, I don't need another." Nat laughed quietly and shook her head.

"So, she's the youngest, right?" Sara nodded as she got up from her seat and walked towards the shelves. "You're the oldest, Nora is the youngest and..."

"Angela. She's the middle child."

"Where is she?"

"She went to France." Nat looked at her intrigued and Sara shook her head. "After mom died, she couldn't take it just... being here. They were always close and the city reminded her too much of her." Nat's face softened at those words.

"And Nora lives with your dad, right?"

"Mhm. I was the only one that stayed after our mom passed away. I always loved the city and I've always loved being a witch." Nat smiled at that and nodded. Suddenly, Esther stood behind Sara, smirking at her. Nat's smile vanished from her face and a glare replaced it.

"Leave me alone." She spit out angrily and Sara looked at her in confusion.

"Uh... what?"

"Not you, Sara. Just-" Nat tried to reassure her but Esther's laugh cut her off.

"I hear my husband has been tormenting Niklaus and Elijah. It will only be a matter of time until he comes back and finishes what Alaric should have finished." At the mention of Alaric, Nat threw her chair back and scowled at her.

"Don't you dare utter his name again, you psychotic bitch!" Sara looked at Nat in concern, trying to figure out who or what she was looking at. "I don't want to see you and nothing you do or say will scare me anymore. So leave and don't come back." Nat closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them again, the witch was gone.

"Okay, what the hell was that?" Sara asked, visibly confused. Nat sighed and ran a hand over her face in frustration.

"That was Esther Mikaelson."

"Wait, as in the Originals' mother?"

"Exactly that. The Other Side is collapsing and apparently she can't take a hint. She's been haunting me for days now."

"When did this start?" Sara asked as Nat leaned against the counter.

"The day Father Kieran died. I had this awful dream that she had prepared especially for me."

"What kind of dream?" Sara asked raising an eyebrow.

"Basically, I was pregnant with Klaus' child and Hayley and Elijah were together." Nat shrugged and Sara's eyes widened before she burst out laughing. "It's not funny!"

"I'm sorry, you pregnant?" Sara asked in between laughs and Nat grumbled loudly. "With Klaus' child nonetheless. That was a great joke."

"Laugh it up. Go ahead." Nat rolled her eyes and Sara shook her head in amusement.

"I just can't believe your biggest fear was being pregnant with Klaus' child."

"It wasn't because of Klaus, it was just the thought of being pregnant." Nat shuddered uncomfortably and looked away. "She knows I've never wanted that for myself."