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Klaus found himself unable to resist snorting slightly at Davina’s remark about the furniture in this realm. “Well, then, I must endeavor to pay more attention to my tea sets. Perhaps I’ll catch them gossiping.” He spoke with a smirk upon his features. A drawn-out sigh escaped him as the witch defended herself and assured him that the demise of his family - of her own family, now - was not her desired outcome.

“Temporary setback or not - if something is interfering with your abilities, then it would be safe to assume that elsewhere the abilities of Freya and Hope are likewise liable to be disrupted.” He pointed out.

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Despite herself, Davina laughed and felt some of the tension drain from the room.  “It’s the cutlery you need to watch out for.  If the spoon’s willing to run away with a dish, then god knows what the rest of it gets up to.”  As far as jokes went it wasn’t her finest work, but it was something at least.  With her defenses down again and her sarcasm put away they could have a much better talk.

She ran a frustrated hand through her hair, considering the point.  “That does make sense.  It’s not a predictable effect, at least there’s no pattern that I can figure out so far.”  She gestured and lit a candle in the corner of the room.  “Simple things work, complicated things are hit and miss.  They should definitely know that, though.”

“After having experienced it myself, I really wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Except maybe Greta. Aurora too. Lucien? Yeah, Lucien as well,” she said with an equally as playful smile. There were actually a bunch more people that made her ‘to burn alive’ list, but she had a feeling Davina would suspect as much without her saying anything. “Alright, then we get the Gemini witch and try to find a way. Let’s not tell Hope about this. She’ll be pissed we left her out. Probably give me the whole ‘I’m not a kid anymore’ speech again.”

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“That’s a good top three,” Davina agreed.  It was only the top of the list for either of them, she knew, but they were three that she’d happily agree to letting burn.  Not a one of them, either, would be any great loss to the world a second time over.  “She one hundred percent would.  It’d be followed up with the “I thought you were the fun aunt,” speech, and my poor heart can only take that one so many times.  So it absolutely stays between us.”

“Nothing to worry about?” Klaus questioned in a incredulous tone as he stepped through the doorway and raised his brows at the smoldering scorch marks on the table top. “Were it a case that I missed where this tabletop insulted you and drew the ire of a New Orleans witch, yet as I have a feeling that is unlikely, I would indeed say there is cause for worry.” He remarked sarcastically.

“That is unless, of course, you are planning to aid our family by transforming us all into a barbecue offering for these creatures.” He was unable to help himself before letting out a sigh and shaking his head.

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“How do you know it didn’t?  For all we’ve actually learned about the Faye, maybe all of their tables are like the furniture from beauty and the beast except bitchier,” Davina tossed back, Klaus’ sarcasm producing an equal and opposite response from her.  “If I’d burned the house down that would be something to worry about, Klaus.  This is just a temporary setback.  One that didn’t even kill anyone.”

She turned, then, narrowing her eyes.  “Once upon a time I might have.  But you’ll notice I didn’t test the protection charm on anyone who might actually get burned; thus, it’s probably not my intent.”

“You know, Davina, that’s really not as comforting as you think it is,” she said with a chuckle. She wanted to see her friend burning alive even less than she wanted to relive the experience herself. “Doomed might be a bit dramatic, but it’s not that far off if things keep getting worse. I mean, the vampires were first, but what’s next? The rest of us aren’t exactly baby vamps, but we’re not that far off. Your hubby included.” Hayley sighed, not liking the words about to come out of her mouth. “Well, there is Hope. She’s pretty damn powerful, even if I don’t love the idea of getting her involved. I heard there was a Parker witch around as well. She could come in handy.”

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“Here I thought after everything we went through you might want to see me at least a little on fire,” Davina joked.  Her expression turned more serious, though, as they discussed the state of affairs in Avalon.  “No - I don’t mean to downplay it.  I don’t think we’re doomed, but we’re one hundred percent in danger.  You, me, all of us.”  Her mouth twisted into an unpleasant expression at the idea of involving Hope in what she was doing.  “I’m not a fan either, to be honest.  Maybe we can start with the Parker witch and go from there.”

Whilst Rebekah had been attending to some business with her brother, Dex found himself in the home of Kol and Davina, awkwardly kept away in a corner, sipping at what he assumed was beer. He wasn’t entirely certain whether Davina had known he had been in the other room and until hearing the commotion, he hadn’t known she was there either. He hesitated as the scent of burning wood flooded his nostrils, before eventually following the subtle trail of smoke and opening the door, just as Davina addressed him, “you sure? Cus I feel as though the flaming table begs to differ…”

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Davina jumped - if there’d been any mention of Dex being in the house she’d forgotten it as she got lost in the magic she’d been working on.  Taking a few breaths to steady herself before she replied, she looked over at the door to catch Dex’s eye.  “Just a small fire.  And now that we know what made the table catch fire, we just won’t do that again.”

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Walking into the place Hope raised a brow at her aunt, “Randomly started fired in the house of a practiced witch? I don’t know, smells like trouble.” Hope mutters as she gestures to the windows that fly open to let the smoke out. “Reminds me of school when I was fifteen.”

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Davina coughed, giving the smoke a moment to clear before she replied.  “What did you set on fire at school?”  Not the most important part of the conversation, perhaps, but she was curious all the same.  “And the fire wasn’t random so much as it was...unexpected?”  Even she couldn’t keep up the pretence, though.  “Okay, random.  But I’m getting closer.  The charm I was trying to enchant didn’t melt this time.”

“If you ask me, I was standing way too close,” she said with a soft shake of her head. “Yeah, no shit. I think we all want protection, but none of us actually know how to make that happen. I mean, if even you can’t figure it out… we’re all fucking doomed.” They needed a solution and fast if vampires were at risk. Technically, almost everyone in the family was at least part vampire, which meant none of them were safe. “Maybe we need another witch? More juju?”

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“Nah, it was completely safe.  I’d have caught on fire long before you did, even if it had gone really wrong.”  Davina worried at her lip.  “Doomed might be a strong word, but we’re all going to have to be careful for a little while longer.”  Hayley’s suggestion wasn’t a bad one at all, and Davina nodded as she swept the table of cinders.  “It couldn’t hurt - more power is usually a good solution when it comes to magic.”

Hayley watched from a distance as Davina attempted a spell. Emphasis on attempted. The hybrid knew very little about magic, but she was pretty sure the witch’s goal hadn’t been to set the table on fire just then. “Fine? Are we sure about that? You know I’ve had terrible experiences with fire.”

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“I do, and that’s why you’re not the test subject for this little experiment,” Davina assured her.  “Given what happened with the vampires, I’m thinking we need to get a bit more serious in terms of protection.  I’m just...having a bit of trouble getting this spell to work properly.  I blame faye magic, because it should be doing just what I mean it to.”

Kol chuckled and nodded along with her suggestion. He watched her playing with his fingers with his own. “exactly, and it seems people take the law into their own hands here.” he pointed out. “And I would hate to cause a scene if someone hurt you… but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t” he admitted. Hearing about Rebekah, Kol shrugged. “Perhaps, she was always more into the human life than the rest of us though… and I’m sure none of them thought I would ever get married, but here we are..” 

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“It does seem that way,” Davina nodded.  “And I know just what you mean; the last thing I want is to have to cause a scene, but it doesn’t mean I won’t set people on fire if they came at you.”  She smiled up at him once more.  “I’m sure they didn’t, but as always you proved them wrong.”

“Well I suppose some congratulations are in order then,” Tara grinned before a subtle laugh eased from her lips and she gave a small shrug of her shoulders. “Honestly, kind of exhausted from the last couple of months but I don’t feel I can really complain having Nic back and all of my kids back in one place at the same time.”

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“Thank you,” Davina smiled, flashing her ring for a moment like she was a brand new blushing bride.  “I can only imagine, it’s a lot of responsibility leading a pack.  Not to mention raising children.”  She offered Tara a sympathetic look.  “I’m really glad that he was one of the returned - you both deserve a chance at real happiness, and I can only imagine how glad the kids must be to be here with you both.”

Leaning over the small table in front of her, she focused on a spell that was just on the border of black magic.  A protection spell, with a little something extra laced into it.  Rather than the expected reaction, though, the table burst into flames instead.  Summoning water, Davina soaked it down and cursed under her breath, just in time for the door to open behind her.

“It’s fine,” she pronounced.  “Nothing to worry about.”

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“No…although I think perhaps he would rather us be together here since he has the constant fear of the unknown and will expect a plot against him,” Kol shrugged. Although he had been on better terms with his brother, Nik did always seem to have the notion people plotted against him. “Exactly, although perhaps not make that common knowledge or any death among them will just be pinned on us.” He pointed out. “No…not a bad thing…although I’m sure Rebekah would say she never thought she’d see the day.” He stated. 

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“That’s entirely possible,” Davina agreed.  “When it comes to paranoia, I think Klaus Mikaelson might have invented the concept.”  They were family now, and on far better terms, but she vividly remembered what his certainty that everyone was against him had wrought over the years.  “You’re right.  Best not to spread that around, because whatever we mean by it won’t matter when someone decides that we’re guilty.”  Davina laughed softly.  “She’s pretty domestic herself these days, I don’t think she could say much.”

“I mean, I definitely get your point” she mused, her shoulders giving a soft shrug as she continued, “I’m sorry that you had to experience that though.” There was no point in denying it, she knew immediately that the other was a witch and she could only imagine that Davina had her figured out too. “Me and my sibling’s got lucky, our parents were protective about that kinda stuff, they never let us get too involved in any supernatural business. We were just a small coven, who kept to themselves.”

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“It’s okay,” Davina promised softly.  “I wasn’t looking for sympathy or anything, just explaining why I don’t trust these people.”  She smiled as the other woman described her coven, wondering what that life might have been like.  In the end, she supposed, it had led them to the same place anyway.  “That sounds nice - I’m glad your parents looked out for you that way.  Mine trotted me out to be a harvest girl, so kind of opposite ends of the spectrum.”

“You’re not the first person to tell me that, so I think that’s a definite nope zone” she mused, her lips upturning to a soft smile before continuing, “oh?” Madi hesitated, wondering whether to pursue her line of inquisition as they continued to walk side by side, before eventually she did, “I don’t really know much about the royal family here if i’m honest…other than what i’ve read about them in the books. Seems kinda, twisty if you ask me.”

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Davina sighed softly.  “I don’t know much about them either, except that the queen is a condescending ass.  Personally I don’t much trust anyone who wants to call themselves royalty - not when New Orleans was a war zone for so much of my life, torn between people who wanted to call themselves the king.”

“Maybe I will just tell Nik and hope he will keep his temper in check enough to  not spill it… since he is probably the most likely to have done the same” he admitted. “I should think not… Death, the ancestors and even my family have yet to tear us apart… these faye have a task on their hands if they think they are able to.” he stated. He watched her and his lips curved in a smile before nodding. “I’m sure they aren’t… whoever is in the building trade here is gonna be very rich if they start building homes.” he teased rather mundanely. “Okay… you must be domesticating me..” he teased. 

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“At least he doesn’t have any daggers with him in this place.”  It would always be one of Davina’s fears when it came to Klaus, that her love would be taken away from her as the result of one snit or another.  “You’re right about that; we’ve yet to meet a power that could keep you from me, and if these faye try then they’ll be put down the same as the others.”  She laughed softly, leaning up to press her lips to his.  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

The recent announcement of the vampire attacks had Cami on edge having no clue as to who could possibly be the culprit, her mind instantly going to the newly turned vampire, Madi, as fear for the girl coursed through her that the knock on her door nearly had her jumping out of her skin. The familiar face behind the door was more than welcomed, however, as a breath of relief fled her lips and she stepped aside opening the door a little more to allow the witch in with a smile. “Davina,” she greeted. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

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There was never going to be a time that Davina saw Cami and didn’t feel grateful for her return; the world was a better place with the blonde in it, and whether the world deserved her or not it was still the case.  “Good afternoon, Cami,” she beamed, stepping inside and stealing a quick hug.  The question of her intentions made her hesitate.  “I was hoping that perhaps you’d be willing to dust off your therapist’s couch for a little bit.  I’ve got myself a bit of a problem and I need somewhere safe to talk it out.”

It had been some time since the last time Tara had laid eyes on the witch who had been perhaps one of the very few witches she had never had an issue with in New Orleans. The fact that she had also helped break the curse on her break helped boost the relationship between them and for a while Tara viewed the girl as a friend so when emerald hues landed on the other brunette, a smile quickly formed. “Davina Claire,” she spoke. “Or is it Davina Mikaelson now? I heard a little rumor that you had married one of the Originals after you dropped off the radar.”

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After the radio broadcast, Davina had found her mind largely occupied by worried about what the faye might know or find out and the implications it would have for both herself and Kol - particularly given that the so-called queen had already shown what sort of creature she was.  So when Tara spoke Davina was pleased to have something else to concentrate on for at least a little while.  “Hello, Tara,” she greeted warmly.  “Still Davina Claire, but you did hear correctly - Kol and I married after we left New Orleans.  How have you been?”