At age fifteen, Hope Mikaelson was feared by many in the supernatural world. Being Niklaus Mikaelson's daughter had its ups and downs, and with the death of both her parents fresh in her mind, she needed a new start at something better.
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UNEDITED 04. The Only Exception
As Hope walked off the train with her trunk being pulled behind her on wheels she conjured up, she saw Blaise beside another tall male. He had platinum, silver-white hair and pale skin from what she could tell. He had all black on from head to toe, unlike Blaise who seemed to wear the Hogwarts school uniform. The pale skinned boy walked faster than the rest of his group until he stood beside a group of three.
There was two boys and a girl.
The girl had medium length curly light brown hair that laid against her plum colored long sleeve shirt. Hope could only see the back of her, as well as the first boy who stood beside her. He had red-orange hair, and was clearly a ginger as some would call it. He too had pale skin that flowed against his dark grey sweater. The second boy, and the last of the trio, had dark brown hair that flared in all sorts of directions. He skin was sun-kissed against his navy blue sweater.
Hope watched as the boy with silver-white hair leaned closer to the group slightly, a malicious smirk resting across his plump lips. "I'm surprised the Ministry is still letting you walk around free, Potter. Better enjoy it while you can. I expect there's a cell in Azkaban with your name on it."
Blaise, along with two other boys laughed as they walked behind the taller male and the other group of students.
The dark haired boy with glasses nearly leaped toward the taller boy with a growl. Hope watched as the orange haired boy held his friend back and tried to steady him. The silver-white haired boy snickered, turning to his friends slightly, "What'd I tell you? A complete nutter."
Again, Hope watched as the orange haired boy held the other one back, the girl standing to the side with a permanent glare on her face.
"Just stay away from me!"
The tribrid could tell there was drama between the two groups. It was in their blood to quarrel from what she could see, and she had no intention to putting herself in the middle of it.
She wanted to lay low and steer clear of anything or anyone who might cause her trouble. It was a wish she hoped to keep.
Hope silently walked behind the students all mixed in formal attire and regular clothing. She wore a pair of jeans, a maroon colored top beneath a leather jacket, and her signature boots. She fit in with what seemed to be the older kids, but felt like one of the younger ones who looked petrified to be there.
A sudden flame appeared in front of her, an envelope landing in her grasp. She paused in her step to open it, the whispers and curses of those around her sudden stop sounding in her head.
