𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒.

Regret finding them? Hardly, the witch had been searching for the family that had never searched for her. The young girl that died before her time in their mind. Freya had only been with them for less than a year and she was already so involved in all things Mikaelson that it hurts. Niklaus barely trusts her to be in the company of the young Hope whose magic was calling her. Dahlia was gone and dealt with and yet no one but her temperamental brother that gets them into trouble knows what Dahlia took from her. ❝I hardly regret finding you.❞ Not that the mocking tone had been needed to be addressed. ❝What I regret is leaving my space of the kitchen before getting breakfast and juice.❞ Human that she was it would be needed at some point that day. ❝Something tells me none of us are getting a vacation until Hope is twenty and in college.❞ She doesn’t trust the witches of New Orleans to teach Hope, Davina is sketchy at best and Niklaus can’t teach a damn thing it seems let alone something he doesn’t have. Freya grabs the waste paper can from across the room before heading back to her desk, where she started to dust the ashes into the bottom having to move quickly from the heat. ❝So are you hiding out here from the wrath of our brother or did you need an ear to talk about girl problems?❞ the question is innocent and well, Freya is willing to try to do the whole sisterly talk.❝I am willing to try if you are.❞ Too early in the morning for their brother’s version of a wake-up call.

Henry was off at school and she was free to play Sheriff pounding the pavement, drinking coffee and getting kittens out of trees for little old ladies because crime rarely happens in 𝙎̝͖̘𝙩̻̟͔𝙤͚̼̫𝙧̠̟͉𝙮̡̘𝙗͔͕̳𝙧̻͜͜𝙤̫͚̙𝙤͍̘͜𝙠͔̠͕𝙚̡̳ and she still manages to get paid. A well-manicured hand is what the blonde sees first on the redhead, eyes more drawn to the fact that she never could keep long nails. ❝Please don’t tell me you lost your cat too...❞ not that she will complain if she must call someone to get a ladder for a rescue but hoping that something she needs. Emma takes a sip of 𝙝̻͙𝙤͓̙𝙩̡͔̻ 𝙘̫̟͎𝙝͍̦̝𝙤̟̝̟𝙘̦̻̺𝙤͓̻𝙡͕͎̙𝙖̪̝͜𝙩̢͉̦𝙚͙̺ as she waits for a response. Standing in the street near her yellow bug.  ↳ Starter @autocrated

It had been a long night with Niklaus was on one of on a rampage through the 𝙘̢̙̪𝙤̼̝̞𝙢̺̺𝙥̢̦͇𝙤̝̠̪𝙪̫͙𝙣̺̳̞𝙙̡͎͉ leaving the witch hard at work trying to block out all the noise that cames with. ❝Good morning sister,❞ Freya sais rising from her chair at her desk where she had been writing another letter to her Matthias as if he was still alive and could read her writing. It was more like a diary that she burns so that 𝙣̡̦͕𝙤͔̞̝ 𝙤͔̟̻𝙣̢̙̞𝙚̙͖̝ will read them. Flames make the letter turn to ash on her desk as she walks around. ❝Is our brother still tearing apart the house?❞ She has been hungry for hours but has yet to make the move to even get a drink in fear of having to listen to one of his long-winded rants about his enemies.  ↳ Starter for Leah🎔 @scngless  

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥! Consider this a starter call! Comment below the muse you want the starter for. Capping at say ten/fifteen for now. Masterlist of muses over here!