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❝ Hey Aunt Davina, fancy seeing you around here. What kind of spell are you working on? ❞ Ever since she was a child, Alexandrea has always been intrigued by the inner workings of magic and witchcraft since growing up surrounded by the Mikaelson family witches.

Her never growing out of that burning curiosity is why the question gets posed to the elder with such an intrigue when Andrea came across the New Orleans harvest witch whilst searching for her Mama's presence in the shared compound. ❝ Please tell me that its one that considerably weakens the Triad. I'd love to give them a taste of their own medicine for once. ❞

while it looked like davina was simply playing with some cards by herself , anyone who's a witch or knows of witches and magic could see she was working on a spell . a type of new spell she was trying to perfect in finding ANSWERS .

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❝ No, its available. Please have a seat. ❞ Alexandrea shifted the bar stool she was sitting on as far to the right as possible to allow Bonnie more wiggle room to better access the one on her left, offering out a tight smile that radiated warmth as she gently gestured for her to take the vacant seat.

Thankfully, her black backpack was already occupying only her lap as she'd stopped by the Mystic Grill for a peanut butter blast milkshake with extra whipped cream on the bottom in the middle of the evening dinner rush on her way home from spending the afternoon with her younger sister. It was only after another long sip of the childhood reminiscent drink and a beat did she dare pipe up again. ❝ So, what on the menu is your poison? ❞

❝ ⸻ Is this seat taken ? ❞ Bonnie hoped it wasn't . She needed a drink and the whole reason , she came to the bar was to relax and take the edge off . have a little fun after a long day of practicing magic and studying for the test she had on monday .

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❝ What if I said neither? I was just coming by to drop these off for the family. ❞ Alexandrea quipped with an amused eye roll upon entering the kitchen with a basket of freshly baked beignets carried in her arms. Would it scare her away if I admitted that I was actually here to check in on how she's doing?

The younger Crescent werewolf still chose to skillfully lie while the product of her midnight stress baking endeavours was settled onto the nearby kitchen countertop once she joined the tribrid to stand in front of the fridge since she still thought of Hope as some skittish horse. Truth is that ever since Evelynn had been kidnapped by the Triad, Andrea has been coming up with excuses just to pay them a brief visit every day off she had just out of concern for their safety and well-being. ❝ How are you, Hope? What's been up with you? ❞

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Hope let out a disgusted noise and threw her book across the bedroom, where it at least made a satisfying thud against the wall. "Vampires playing baseball. That's the dumbest thing I've ever read in my entire life, and I read Alaric's book." Her stomach grumbled, and she rolled off her bed with a groan.

Stepping out into the hall of the compound, she couldn't help but smile. This home, empty for far too long, practically buzzed with life and activity. Family, old and new, filled its halls and rooms and gave it a reason for being that it had been denied for so long. Padding barefoot down the hall, she swung herself over the balcony and dropped all the way to the ground floor where she landed in a fluid motion.

Her steps took her to the kitchen, more specifically the fridge full of blood bags, and Hope pulled two of them out and began to feed. She was about to tear into the second when footsteps reached her ears and she looked up to see who else was wandering the halls. "You hungry too? Or were you looking for me?"

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"oh, no, i'm fine. it's just the last party i went to, i turned into tinkerbelle, which was cool and all but, you know." a pause for a moment. "at least this time i'm not dressed up as anything and this place seems pretty relaxed."

❝ I'm sorry to hear that, because it doesn't sound like you thought it was cool at all. ❞ Alexandrea picked up on that much rather quickly as she spoke with a sincere apologeticness. Despite not being the best at dealing with people 100% of the time, you could call it an older sister's intuition or something, but she could tell that Gracie wasn't exactly as okay with the whole incident as she was trying to convince the other young woman of by downplaying her feelings on the matter. ❝ I'm glad that you're more comfortable at this event, though. I'd want you to feel at ease in the bayou considering it is like a second home to me with the amount of time I've spent here growing up. ❞

The brunette werewolf came off as firmly reassuring, but she was at a loss while struggling to come up with a sensitive response that'd be a beneficial and productive contribution to this conversation. ❝ I was working on halloween night so I missed the party, but if you don't mind me asking, how were you turned into tinkerbell? I mean, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but you have to know that I'm always here for you if you need someone to talk to about anything. ❞ Andrea often worked the graveyard shift at the hospital on halloween nights because it was when the most interesting cases came in with people making stupid decisions when drunk on nights celebrating and hence, she was out of the loop of what exactly went down with her loved ones that eventful night.

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I mean, the hotel staff told us he spent a lot of time with you. Late night phone calls, visited you in your room. Did you ever sense he had feelings for you? Saw you as more than a colleague? THE MORNING SHOW 3.10 | The Overview Effect

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❝ Speak for yourself, some of us have FOMO hearing about that night in hindsight. ❞ Alexandrea shot back the retort with an eye roll, sighing contentedly before continuing to tease him.

❝ Hey, if Aunt Rebekah had a camera capturing photos of you guys at the event, it would stand to argue that she could've had multiple ones on you guys. I guess we'll never know until I ask about it then. ❞ The brunette werewolf shrugged casually with a resigned determination before giving him a pleased nod in gratitude. ❝ Thank you. Now, are you going to be finishing the rest of those snacks on your plate? ❞

"No, absolutely not! No one else needs to see that for a long, long time!" Marshall exclaimed, but laughed warmly. "Knowing Mom though, she probably had someone there taking photos of the event. Whether or not a camera survived the mess afterwards, well that's an entirely different story..." He shrugged lightly.

"Thanks, Andrea." He smiled with a softer tone as she relented and offered to give Wyatt another chance in her graces. "Okay, okay, I get the picture. I won't thank you anymore from this point on." He held up his hand like he was taking an oath.

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❝ Really? ❞ Alexandrea's tone was lighthearted with a hint of amused disbelief as she considered the hypothesis of how to recuperate from the taxing demands being a medical student takes on you. ❝ Watching the female lead fight against society's expectations is usually what does it for me. ❞

I would think that it'd take more self-care than just binge watching soap operas to recover enough to work another day within the constraints of the healthcare system, but maybe that's just me. ❝ Do princes even still exist in this day and age? ❞ She hated to be the one to ruin Nova's dreams so she shrugged and feigned ignorance that she didn't know the answer to the question. ❝ So, you're more into sweets than savoury treats then? ❞

Nova nodded. "Nothing a day watching soap operas couldn't fix." Nova said. "Watching the female lead fight for the love of her life always returns the passion in me." Nova joked, probably not as intense as she would be

"Maybe one day. One night I will have a slow dance with my prince." Nova tried to joke. She probably wasn't aware of the harrowing circumstances her boyfriend was in. "They are but in a cute way. I'm just the replacement flower girl because the best man Kevin is out of town." Nova said. "Booze is good but I love free food too. My father never let me have that many sweets growing up."

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"We're gonna take that knife away from her, right?"

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❝ Hey yourself, stranger! ❝ Alexandrea teased her cousin despite his exclaimation causing her to jump out of her skin slightly as it startled her as it drew her out of drowning in her own thoughts when she thought she was alone at this late hour.

❝ Well, I can't stop you considering its a public space and its your right, but you do remember that I grew up in the middle of the Bayou, right? ❞ The brunette werewolf offered out a sassy quip effortlessly with a nonchalant shrug as she turned her head around to address him momentarily. ❝ How has married life been treating you, Jesse? How's Skyla doing? I feel like we haven't talked in forever. Or, well, since the wedding reception. ❞

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"hey!" he exclaimed to the wanderer, slipping his camera strap onto his shoulder and making his way over to them. "you really shouldn't be out in the middle of the bayou alone, y'know? mind if i join ya?"

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Again, my mind vibrates uncomfortably as it always does.

Virginia Woolf, in a diary entry dated 1 July 1918, from The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Vol.I: 1915-1919

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❝ The pleasure is all mine, truly. ❞ Alexandrea reassured Nova with a firm sincerity in her resounding tone as she held her gaze carefully with intrigue. ❝ Are you sure? I know that medical students have a very different definition of the word "rest". ❞ Or they could just be more intense in comparison to this generation in the future.

❝ I'm sorry that he isn't. And it isn't selfish to wish he were here instead, even if the town needs him. ❞ The young werewolf shook her in head in denial as she confirmed before continuing to add on despite her eyes momentarily drifting to look at the crowd in search of Scout who she'd arrived with. ❝ Yeah, I'm enjoying the wedding. Though the couple that tied the knot is nauseatingly happy. One can't really complain about being invited to a celebration where booze is served, right? ❞

"A pleasure to meet you Andrea." Nova said with a sweet shy smile. Not knowing better, the future Nova might have caught on. The present Nova couldn't. She was too assuming, not yet scarred by fox spirits and Triad.

"Oh wow, I didn't realize. I should probably get some rest." Once again being a non assuming girl she is. It was probably the life of shelter she still had making her less assuming. The assault of the Triad didn't happen yet. Nova in other words had the priveldge to be naive.

"It's been alright." Nova said slowly. "I justt wish that my boyfriend was here." Nova alluded to her future husband. "Maybe the town really needs him so who I am to be selfish?" She said trying to lighten her mood. "And you? Are you enjoying the wedding?"

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