“Excuse me, sir?” Josie’s timid, but that’s not unusual for her. Despite her father’s wishes about her seeking out any of the Mikaelsons, that seemed to be the only time she didn’t mind defying him. Well. And with using dark magic. And befriending Hope ( to an extent? she’s still confused about that, really. ) Regardless, she’s here and one of the oldest is in front of her and she feels like she might actually vibrate off the face of the Earth. “I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about.. er..” She hesitates and looks down at the books in her arms, rifling through papers and reads off a Norse word for some form of magic, mispronouncing it without meaning to. She winces, knowing she butchered it. “That was probably wrong. I’m sorry.”