Caroline was a cluster of wild emotions. First she was dead shocked, then she wanted to jump him, sadness swallowed it all. A love lost and a love found then lost again. Her thumb twisted over her wedding ring that made her a Salvatore. She opened her mouth and then closed it. She was so focused on him she forgot Elena was there. Caroline cut her eyes over to the brunette, who in turn smiled and found some excuse to leave the room. (Likely to go find Damon)
Icy blue eyes met electric blue and the flood hit her again. She sucked air into her lungs, it felt cold against her face. The blonde smoothed her hands down her grey skirt and tried to compose herself. "Mr. Mikaelson. What can I do to help you?" Caroline's voice was professional, she looked every bit of the headmistress of the school.
Klaus swaggered into the room, pushing his shoulders off of the door jamb. "Oh come on Love. If I remember we were far past the formalities." He stopped a few feet short of the blonde. She looked as if she hadn't aged a day, except for her eyes. Those seemed older, something that came with the years of life. His smile softened, "Mr. Mikaelson is more Elijah than I."
Caroline almost flinched, "I will stay professional..but..its been so long Klaus." The name slipped of her tongue and tasted like the sweetest blood in her mouth. Her heart thrummed in her chest.
"There...that's better now isn't it?" His name coming off those lips was almost a drug. He might need to hear it again and again to be sure. Klaus smiled to himself taking a step back. "I have come on one matter..one I hope you will be willing to assist." He started to walk the room. His eyes drifting over the pictures that littered Caroline's office.
One in a red frame was of her and that ripper. Stefan was it? Then another small oval of the trio of friends. The witch, the former vampire and of course the blonde that stole the show. He talked as he went, his voice rippling through the room. "I have a child as I am sure you have heard rumor of."
Caroline nodded slowly, "Mm..yes. The New Orleans ordeal." He chuckled in response. "Far more than I anticipated, I assure you." Klaus turned on his heel to face her. "But, yes. As a start. That would be where it all took off." He turned back to his walk around the room. His eyes passing over pictures of graduating classes surrounding their ever youthful headmistress. "My child I trust to a rare few." He had made his way to her other side by now, and here he turnes to face her again.
He gestured to a picture of her taken on mother's day. It was one of Caroline's favorites. She was laughing as the girls hugged her tightly. Klaus gave it a fond smile, as if he was proud of her. "And I count you among those few."
