Red (TO & Legacies) Hope Mikaelson

Chapter 8

Yup, It's a Leprechaun, All Right

Third pov

"What the hell, Orion?! Why did you threaten Cleo!?"

Orion sighs and turns a page of Hope's grimoire, "good morning to you too, Hope. I'm feeling awfully nothing, how about you?" she said with sarcasm and not looking up at her. "Why. Did. You. Threaten. Cleo!?" Hope repeated her question. "Ahh, the girl from yesterday... Why not? She's a liar, she hides something. Which you have to figure out by yourself. Whatever she's planning it has something to do with you. Hmm, what else... I think that's all," Orion answered. "Where did you find this grimoire?" waving Hope's grimoire. 

Hope snatches her grimoire from her and throws it to her bed, "it's her gift for my 12 birthday. What makes you think of her like that?" Hope asked her back, pulling the empty chair out. Orion finally looked up at her and give her a 'duh' look, "do you really have to ask?" she makes a halo motion.

"Right, stupid question..."

"Any lead on her?" Hope staring at her, hoping for some good news. "I shouldn't tell you this but, well...." Orion shrugged her shoulders, "as you said, she's alive and from what Az told me, mother seems to have a new method to find her. It requires you," she explained, pointing at Hope. "Me..? How?" Hope pointed to herself in confusion. 

Orion shut her mouth tightly while smirking at her, "oh, come on! You can't just drop the news and expect me not curious about it!" Hope feeling frustrated. 

"The fewer people know, the better..." she winks. "And Alaric might have an important matter to tell you and another surprise comes after that... Wishing you the best of luck, Hope."

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"You look..."

After the assembly hall, Hope and Cleo are in charge of the art for fundraiser day. Or after Lizzie forced them. Hope has been standing in front of the canvass, she tries to paint her school's gate. "Frustrated? Annoyed? Like a complete and abject failure?" Hope picks up the rag and wipes the dirt off her fingers. "I was going to say "nice," with your hair like that," Cleo praises her. "Flattery will get you nowhere. My official stance is that I'm mad at you for making me do this," throwing the rag in frustration.

"I am not making you do anything," Cleo corrected her. "We are helping the school." 

"Well, I'm gonna have to find some other way. I'm blocked. I've got nothing," Hope said in one breath. "Look, I'm sorry for what Orion did to you... And also what I did too." Hope sighs as Cleo stops doing whatever she's doing now. "Orion? The girl from yesterday?" Hope nods, "It's alright, she told me that you are mourning... I'm sorry about your girlfriend," Cleo offered her small smile. "So, where is she now? I don't see her around the school."