YOUNG ONCE

                    “I mean, did you want me to break in next time?” Rolling her eyes slightly, she figured that all seemed pretty dramatic and over the top, just to avoid waiting outside for an extra minute or two — but if that’s what Maite wanted, who was she to disappoint her? “Besides, you can’t compel them, you’re not a vampire. But you can sure as hell do your witchy voo-doo on them, or just do something to the door to open automatically for me when I get here. Sounds way simpler, don’t you think?”

           “By all means, not my fucking problem.” It wasn’t, at the end of the day Elijah just kept sending money as if that was going to make everything make sense. It was fine, she hadn’t needed him while growing up and she sure as hell did not need him right now. “I can make a spell which is the same shit if you think about it. Except mine doesn’t leave them with headaches and blank holes, but potato tomato, I suppose. Sounds boring if you ask me,” 

                     “You just insist in getting me into trouble on your behalf, don’t you?” Well, at least it was Everett. She could manage that situation. Better him than another innocent bystander subjected to Maite’s desire to drink her problems away. “Well, you’ll be happy to know that the Elder’s called me up, just to complain about the lack of approval I’ve got for setting up shop here.” Apparently this wasn’t the city of their choice, entirely founded, considering it’s history, really, but it had familial ties to Maite, so Landon had disregarded their opinion in hopes this would anchor her to her heritage and power. “I don’t really have down time. So, as soon as I do, I’ll let you know what miracles I decide to do with it.” And by that, she meant likely decorate the room she’d been staying in for ages now. Still, not a lick of paint on the damn walls. “You’re a witch. Get some herbs and sort yourself out.”

                “Not like I do it on purpose,” Which she didn’t, she just enjoyed to drink the whole fact that somehow she had connections to a powerful family that was well known for perhaps not the shiniest things and a part of her was afraid that she would end up doing that. A fear that she rarely did speak out loud to anyone. “You should look into that. I think I can behave for a week.” A week was doable, she could if she put her mind onto it. If someone needed a vacation it truly was Landon but she was well aware that she would be the last person to actually take it, “Listen, last time I did magic while I was still tipsy I ended up making Thea into a pig which did not go well. She was a cute piglet though, but she did not enjoy her time as one. Who knew, right?” She frown as her shoulders without hesistation dropped. “So no free time, gotcha. What have you been up to then?”  

                    The one thing about being a Whitelighter that perhaps most underestimated, was the fact that you were tasked with a ‘charge’. Which essentially meant you were on hand to help a witch, who needed you in one way or another. Whether that was to train, to support, whatever. Maite Mikaelson was that person for Landon, which is exactly why she had rocked up to her place, the pair having a scheduled session to go over whatever was required. “So, tell me, what’ve you been doing the last few days?” Whether it was witch related or not, needn’t matter. At the end of the day, they were friends too, so perhaps this would be more of a catch up session than anything that the Elder’s would deem necessary or useful.

                    Where one was, the other wasn’t surely far behind. Whether that was to follow suit for a relocation on a permanent basis, or a visit to whatever land they vacated to next; it didn’t mater. Thea and Maite had been close for some time now, and upon realisation they were in the same place at the same time once more, you can bet your ass they met up as soon as possible. So, after settling herself in with Justus, since she was living with him now, she arranged to make a pit-stop at Maite’s place. Knocking the door, she awaited her friend to greet her, and invite her in. What they had planned to do next as yet to be determined, but they had all the time in the world, right? “I can hear you, hurry it up, M.” She teased, her wolfy senses picking up on the movement inside, as if she was tending to something prior to allowing her friend in.

               Lately Maite had been trying to figure out what she wanted to do, not like she had much choice in the matter, her family had this nasty habit of always putting their two cents in everything she ever wanted. However, New Orleans had been her choice. Starting the bookstore cafe had been her investment and it was paying off, sure she wasn’t the one swinging a damn bat or trying to take over the world but she felt like her life had some purpose after all. Hearing Thea, she groaned because she had just settled in her beanie with a nice book and a cup of chai tea. The woman was in her bubble, not to mention she was nursing a hangover. Opening the door, her hand fell right onto her waist as she took a playful stance with the blonde, “You do realize you have the strength to just open the door and I can just compel the landlord to put a new one in, right?”