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mike can only imagine how stupid he must look right about now. sure, josie and eleven seemed damn near identical, but shouldn’t he have been able to tell the difference ? oh God, what was el going to say when she heard about this ? the very thought has mike feeling nauseous. he’s half tempted to turn and run walk away, but it’s what spills from josie’s lips next that truly catches his attention. she knows where eleven is. for the first time in months, a soft hope fills those ethereal eyes of his and he shifts his body so that he may fully face josie saltzman, looking every bit like a lost puppy. “can you take me to her ?” he asks, albeit a bit too passionately, taking a step closer to the gemini witch. it’s then that he registers that she’d asked him a question too, and he pauses, trying to formulate into words just how well he knew eleven. “we .. come from the same place. she’s my --” he pauses, swallowing the lump in his throat. “she was my girlfriend.” would she still want to be here ? oh no, here come more panicked thoughts.

          it only takes a glimpse of lizzie for the smile caroline sports to widen. there was something about seeing her daughter so indescribably happy that left caroline’s heart singing. she adjusts the strap of her little yellow purse that matches the signature cher horowitz outfit, approaching one of her two children with just a little extra pep in her step. “you chose an excellent time to make your entrance. i have to say, i’m very impressed. your costume ? amazing.” there’s genuine praise in her tone, excitement rising with every spoken word. “the dragon is such a nice touch.”

          he’s lost within his own thoughts. words running rampant across his brain, scattered memories piecing themselves together. it’s happened more than once -- seeing ellie and thinking of hope. hope mikaelson, the first person that ever made him feel like he had a friend in this world. and so he’s staring, stuck in a past memory that he can’t seem to shake awa-- “ow !” and just like that, the illusion is shattered. he knows that this is ellie. it’s ellie and not hope. not the girl who held his heart in the palms of her hands. “geez, did you have to pinch me so hard ?” he looks away, a slight red tint dusting his cheeks. “sorry, okay ? it won’t happen again.”

          the joker’s grin on her lips stretches wider, mischief gleaming in her eyes. she catches the canteen with a chaser’s expertise ( thank merlin for quidditch reflexes ) and nods her head. “i’m fantastic, thanks.” icy blonde curls fall in front of her face as she leans forward to take a sip, sighing happily as the cool water reaches the back of her throat. she’s quick to remove it from her lips thoug, ensuring that there was plenty for cassidy to enjoy as well. baby blue hues widen innocently as she holds the canteen out for the lilac haired angel girl, a playful scoff sounding from her lips. “please, i don’t need an inhaler. i just need to get back into shape.” it had been a hot minute since victoire had last run that fast. she almost missed it ... almost being the key word there. “it was fun, though.”