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“how many times do you think i can end up stuck here before i truly get free?” hayley asked to no one in particular. it felt like every time she managed to get free, new orleans pulled her back in and made her life a bit more difficult; if it weren’t for the fact that she had family there she’d probably be way angrier.
if anyone asked davina even just a couple months ago if she would have been willing to move back to new orleans she would have laughed. but now, there was something happening, hope’s school was gone and the sudden influx of hormonal teenagers who could easily be exploited by witches and vampires alike in the big easy had convinced her. what hadn’t was the phone call telling her she was the owner of the second life vinyl shop, both touched and surprised joe had actually wanted to leave it to her. but it had stood empty, and enough dust had gathered for davina to turn in the doorway, sneezing and coughing as she unlocked the door, muttering under her breath, “crap... this is going to take forever.”
new orleans. it wasn’t home, and in some ways josie would argue that was a good thing. since the day she was born there had been something happening in mystic falls, actually even before she was born her sociopathic uncle had killed her mom in a bid to end the lives of josie herself and lizzie. but this city pulsated of magic in a way similar to how home did and josie could feel it in her bones, a constant battle with her own mind as she sat in a small café. clutching the handle of the porcelain cup in her hand josie squeezed, breathing laboured as she felt it rumble inside of her; magic, darkness, power. the dark haired siphoner exhaled believing herself to relax for a moment before the cup shattered in her hand and josie jumped out of her seat, face flushing red as she looked at the mess; coffee and shards of porcelain covering the table and josie flinched as she noticed a white piece sticking out of her hand, “oh my god... i’m so sorry,” the brunette mumbled, casting away her gaze from anyone around her.
