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Stefanie Salvatore student at the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted Daughter to Elena and Damon Salvatore Tracking:livingcure Written by Hayley No anon hate tolerated IND. SELC. LEGACIES OC

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deceivingfacade·: 

“How dreadfully boring,” Ali mused, standing in the door way before sitting down in front of Stefanie. “What are you working on? Do you need any help?” Ali asked, being helpful towards her half-sister, the faster she finishes this, the faster as Stefanie as put it, hang out, and pouted slightly,  “What do you mean used to? I’m hurt.”

“It’s not like I can not do my work, you know how mom would kill me if I don’t finish my work,” her eyes scanned her magic history homework before she dropped her head to the table and groaned in frustration. “If you know how witches hid themselves and their magic in 1600′s feel free to tell me.” She laughed softly before dropping her pens over work, giving up for five minutes. “Well being at the school now doesn’t give us a lot of sister time.” 

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Stefanie twirled her pen around between her fingers, glad to be home for a little longer after Christmas break, she was thankful that she was getting to see her family... but she still had homework. “If you stop distracting me I’ll be able to finish my work and we can just hang like we used too.” 

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"What do you mean the door is locked? It can’t be locked I can’t get back inside and if I am outside for too long and it goes dark...” Stefanie sighed in defeat, “I’m not safe.” 

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Stefanie just wants some friends, who would like a starter from her when I'm home from work tomorrow?

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Would it have been so bad being in the palm of my hands, having me chip away at your soul little by little?

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servantofnature·: 

It was so strange in a way — to see the child of two of her closest friends standing before her.  She felt guilt that this was how they met for the first time.  It should have been sooner of course.  But Bonnie had been too wrapped in her own grief to come back to Mystic Falls sooner 

(she still missed Enzo every day but it no longer drove her to do things that were not safe) 

“I am sure that your dad has nothing but good things to say,” Bonnie joked with a half smile.  “You look like them — both of them.  It’s nice to finally meet you properly.   Definitely long overdue.  Hopefully I can make up for lost time.”

It was hard for Stefanie, to be in front of someone always referred to as Aunt Bonnie, but she didn’t know her. Only the stories. About how her and her father were stuck in a spirit world, where they made vampire pancakes and ransacked shopping markets because there were no rules. Her father still made those vampire pancakes when Stefanie was feeling down.  “Nothing but praise, he loves you. Mom just says he won’t admit it.” Stefanie blushed, she was thankful that Bonnie could see both Damon and Elena in her, her father’s hair and complexion, but she tanned just like her mother, who she had her eyes and lips. “I’m glad I do. I’m sure you can, Bonnie. Can I ask why you’re here? Mom and Dad said you were always travelling. If you looking for Aunt Caroline she isn’t here. She’s off finding a cure for the Gemini curse for the twins, but she won’t tell them. Uncle Alaric whispered it to me on my first day here.” 

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desireshappiness·: 

“Do they now?” Hope is not so surprising, it’s Damon that Rebekah never expected to pay her a compliment. “Well then I suppose you’ll have to thank him for me” Rebekah answers with a smile. She silently waves the girl closer, and effectively moving her out of the way of Rebekah’s compelled designers. “I’m not finished yet, but I always like having a second opinion when it comes to these things. How’s your eye for fashion? Better than your Mum’s I hope. No offense”

“Yeah, most fashionable Mikaelson, I know Hope looks up to you for that. My father doesn’t like giving credit to people he doesn’t really like, but I can see that he thinks you’re a genius with decorations.” Stefanie smiled weakly before moving out of the Original’s way. “It’s pretty good, I like to think it’s better than Mom’s, it’s more like Aunt Caroline’s and then a bit of my own.” 

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camillethebrave·: 

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It was her job to know each and every student at the school.  Maybe not all their details but at least recognize their face and know enough about them to know who might benefit from having someone to talk to.  Stefanie Salvatore fit the bill.  She had been given a brief overview but had yet to speak with her.  When she saw Stefanie alone in the library, she thought she might as well make the first step.  “ — I have to say, you’re lucky.  When I come in here most days I can’t even find a seat.  Tell me your secret.”  

Stefanie loved the smell of the library, the heavy scent of old books, the worn pages, the spilled ink on particular tables. It made her feel like home, with her father’s old books from the 1800′s. Looking up she saw Cami and wanted to shrivel up, she didn’t need a therapy session she just enjoyed being alone. “Being here early and having to stay away from all vampires.” She was the cure and if she was near them, her blood smelling so sweet. There would be death everywhere. 

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hxdonist·: 

nimble fingers never stop moving; they dance   as if on a stage most PRESTIGIOUS. what a flare for just a potion;——— and yet magnus was never a man who wouldn’t reach for perfection. a smirk tugs at those proud features; oh but he like it when they LISTENED.    ❝a child’s play, really.❞    he wasn’t quite lying, and yet for ones not quite accustomed it probably was a sight to see. thick viscous liquid moves the same direction his fingers do, almost coming to a well deserved halt.

                                              ❝sleeping potion is quite a common purchase. but a   nice bottle of vodka works   just as well.❞

It was odd to see this form of magic, so far out of her reach. She watched Hope with her spells and the Saltzman twins siphon magic from other sources, but no one had a power like this, what she was witnessing was out of her wildest of dreams. She wanted some kind of potion to keep vampires away, to make them retreat but she was out of luck back at the school, so she sought the talents of Magnus Bane. “Not a sleeping potion per-say, but one that keeps vampires away from me, my blood is somewhat of a cure for vampirism.” 

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meredithcheats·: 

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Meredith stood at the doorway of the school, feeling wholly out of place.  She should turn around and go home (although home was rather relative at the moment now wasn’t it?). 

Still, she was curious enough to open the front door and step in.  For a few moments she simply wandered, not really thinking about the fact that she was a stranger to everyone but one in the building.  

When she turned the corner and finally ran into someone else, she stopped short.  “— oh,” Meredith smiled.  “I’m looking for an old friend of mine.  Alaric Saltzman.  Is he around?”

It seemed anyone who walked through the big double doors were after Dr. Saltzman. No one wanted to see anyone but him, and now more and more people were coming out of the woodworks and it was filling the school grounds. Turning towards the stranger, Stefanie smiled but shook her head sadly, he was out on another round of training with Hope Mikaelson.  “He isn’t here right now, but I can take a message if you want?” It helped that the leader of the school helped raise her mom, gave her an in with the Headmaster. 

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servantofnature·: 

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This would be her first real trip to the school.  Of course, Bonnie knew the details.  She had kept in close contact with her friends over the years of travelling the world.  But this was the first time she actually was laying eyes on it.  

It was strange and familiar.  There were parts that still felt like the old boarding house but she could feel the change in the air as well (not to mention the power; many witches under one roof would do that to a place). 

She walked further inside and saw a face that she knew.  Kind of.  She had seen pictures of course.  Talked to Elena and Damon about their girl but she had never really had a chance to get to know the newest Salvatore.  She wondered what Stefanie had been told of her. 

“ —- hi,” she said, feeling nervous all of a sudden.  “You might not know me, or maybe you have heard of me. I’m Bonnie.” 

Stefanie had been told so many stories throughout her life, ones of princesses and princes. Ones of knights in shining armour and others of witches, vampires and werewolves that involved her family. The uncle she was named after, her aunts she barely saw and uncles who didn’t want to deal with it anymore. Learning about the issues with her blood it was obvious that the Salvatore School would be the safest place for the child and now she was a permanent resident much to her hesitation of being in a school full of vampires.  Holding onto her school books while most of the vampires slept, it was safer for the walking cure to move throughout the school, reading a few secret copies of her uncle’s diaries, trying to learn the history of her parents until she saw the look on a strangers face, one that was easily recognisable. She never truly met her Aunt Bonnie for long periods of time, but now was as good as ever.  “Mom and dad have mentioned you yes, and Aunt Caroline as well. I’m Stefanie, I know who you are, Bonnie.” 

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hxdonist·: 

@livingcure  // here for some magic fingers

❝if i were you i wouldn’t touch   it.❞    warning lingers in the air and so do his fingers;——— subconsciously reaching out to STOP the girl and yet never finishing their journey. and thus he stands with his hand half-up and   lazy blue sparks emanating   from the tips of his fingers. a mere PRECAUTION;——— some objects were not meant to be played with.

                                       ❝i have a feeling you will not like the AFTERTASTE.❞

Stefanie retreated, not wanting to disturb the warlock in his magic, her eyes were glued to the magic blue spark that jutted out of his fingertips, glimmering the room with fireworks. She was intrigued by the objects, wanting to examine them closer but she listened to the warning, not like she was in any place not too. “I don’t tend to like much magic, but this is fascinating.” 

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lessereviltm·: 

               an arch brow is directed at the other brunette. the words register in her head, though the goddess pushes them out. ❝ alaric saltzman should make an official announcement regarding my appearance here, don’t you agree? ❞ a brief smile, chestnut hues flicker about at the brunette’s frame, mind racing at the possibilities of what this female would possess. there’s no scent other than mortal scent —-though charybdis is intelligent enough to take a guess that the brunette. is by far normal. ❝ are you well versed in greek mythology? if you are, i am expecting you to know of the name; charybdis. ❞

Stefanie didn’t want to act like she didn’t have a single clue in the world to who the woman was in front of her, but she had only recently moved to the school, hadn’t been around for long. She didn’t know what was what and who was who just yet, just who the vampires were and that she had to stay clear of them. “It seems like he needs to for everyone,” her eyes averted, darting to the floor with a shake of her head. “Not really, truth be is I’ve been here for a speckle of days, it rings a bell but no information.” 

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desireshappiness·: 

               "Come to see my handiwork for yourself?“ Rebekah smiles proudly, nodding her head to the tinsel and lights that seemed to hang along every surface. "Be careful where you step, I put mistletoe in nearly every corner”

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“Hope always commented on your decorating skills, and my father tries not to give you credit. Thought I’d see for myself.” Travelling around, Stefanie was bound to see an Original considering who her parents were and who she went to school with. “I’ll be on my best behaviour, I won’t ruin a thing.” 

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xtornxsoulsx·: 

       “I am always—yet, never lost.” African accent was THICK as he spoke – he hadn’t questioned the spirits, merely followed their CRIES. “Sorrow is thick in the air, here. I must stop it. So many dead.”

“Okay... weird.” Stefanie rolled her eyes, placing the dying flowers on her wooden desk as she turned towards the stranger, crossing her arms, guarding herself. “That’s what happens when you’re in a school full of vampires, reeks of death.”