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.