The Sorceress | Klaus Mikaelson

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Arabella smacks her lips together one last time, admiring the way she looks in the mirror. Though she had cleaned up and redone her makeup three times, she's finally gotten it the way she wants it. And it looks rather nice with her outfit.

The vampire-witch opted for a fitting, deep golden colored gown with a low back cut, a slit up her leg and the material hugging her curves nicely. She had applied enough heat on her hair to just about kill it, until it was straight as a pin and tucked neatly behind her ears. As for makeup, Arabella had decided for a simple, smokey eye with a bit of golden shimmer, and a nude lip. If she had to gain information tonight, she may as well do it looking good.

"Bella, should I go for a bow or-- wait," Damon pops his head into his sister's room, frowning at her appearance. "Why are you dressed up?"

"Why are you dressed up?" Arabella shoots back.

"Elena got invited by the Evil Witch herself. Your turn," He crosses his arms, glaring. Arabella rolls her eyes, snatching her phone and keys from her bed.

"I actually got an invitation, unlike you."

"They want you there?" Damon scoffs. "No taste.

"Do you need something, or did you just come to be a dick?"

"Well, I was going to ask for fashion advice," Damon tosses the tie onto the floor and opts for a bow. "But now I want a ride. Y'know, for the environment."

"Right, totally not cause you're lazy," Arabella mutters, grabbing a clutch and brushing past him. Needless to say, she doesn't stop Damon from tagging along either.

Just the sight of packed places makes Arabella's skin crawl. The thought of actually having to speak to people sounds absolutely atrocious, and the Mikaelson home is practically filled to the brim with guests. Arabella sighs as she parks her car away from all the chaos, and makes the short walk into the home with Damon.

Classical music plays in the background with chatter in the air, and it almost makes Arabella nostalgic of the balls the Salvatore family used to hold. Though, it's not exactly a good kind of nostalgic, considering she was generally serving the over privileged pricks of Mystic Falls. Carol Lockwood comes to greet Damon as Arabella continues to study the scenery.

She can't help but smile as she remembers those balls, however, despite how boring and tiring they were. Stefan would always find a chance to sneak away, and the two of them would make fun of the guests together.

"Mayor Lockwood," The accented voice snaps Arabella out of her memory. Whenever an accented voice pops up, she's learned to associate it with the Mikaelson name. "Kol Mikaelson," Kol seems on the younger side of the Mikaelson siblings, bearing a striking resemblance to Elijah.

"Damon Salvatore," Damon steps forward, holding a hand out with a raised brow. "Have we met?" Kol gives him a smile, tilting his head.

"I've met a lot of people. And you don't particularly stand out," He remarks, ignoring Damon's hand and taking Arabella's instead. "And who would this lovely young lady be?"

"Arabella Salvatore," Arabella gives him an amused smile. "Pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure's all mine," Kol politely lays a kiss upon her hand, his dark eyes zeroing in on her amulet. "I'll be... Rebekah mentioned the Sorcerer's Talisman was here, but I've never truly seen it in person," Arabella raises a brow. "I look forward to speaking to you more, Arabella," With that, Kol excuses himself to go greet other guests. Arabella turns to her brother with a grin.