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Eliza, Genesis, & Matthew – Age: 10 Years 4 Months
Abigail, Andrew, & Zachary – Age: 9 Years 2 Months
Anastasia & Elizabeth – 8 Years
Ryan & Nora – 5 Years 10 Months
No One's POV
Most people believed the Academy was a school for stuck-up rich kids; in some ways, the stuck-up part was true. The school was comprised of witches, vampires, werewolves, each their own clique and exclusive to their own, and even Jeremy had begun hunting down the bloodline of the Hunter of the Five, bringing in select humans to attend the Academy, training them to hunt down rouge supernatural creatures and protect those under the protection of the school and the Originals.
But, for the most part, the Academy was like any other private school; older kids crashed local parties, kids fell asleep in geometry and passed notes in magical history, kids fell in and out of love, parties were thrown in the Bayou, and even in the world of magic and supernatural, there were still bullies.
Rebekah and Luke's children had just entered Kindergarten at the Academy, they were the last of the Mikaelsons, yet they were also the heirs to the Gemini Coven, the next generation of Gemini twins, half witch and half Original; Heretics, in some minds of the more pureblood, elitist witches, and what people did not know or they feared, they bullied.
Ryan and Nora, particularly Nora, were soft spoken, quiet by nature, and less inclined to confront people than their cousins, taking after Lucas more than their mother, Rebekah.
"You're not a real witch." One witch tells Nora, a trio of six-year olds clustered together, practically ambushing Nora as she walks back to her brother and cousins at the lunch table.
"Yeah… You're not a real witch… My mom says- says you're just a- a Heretic." Another girl tells Nora, her hands on her hips sassily as she leans forwards slightly.
"I am too!" Nora retorts, her eyes watering slightly.
"Is there a problem here?" Anastasia asks, walking up to her cousin, having noticed the delay Nora was having getting her lunch and sitting down; generally, Anastasia was much more shy and more reserved than her siblings, not engaging in the rambunctious adventures or escapades her older siblings did, both her and Abigail took after their father, Finn, however, when it came to family it was always and forever.
The younger girls freeze, looking slightly intimidated by Anastasia for the simple reason she is older by a few years.
"Come on, Nora. Let's go sit down." Anastasia tells her cousin, beginning to lead her back towards the table where Ryan and Abigail already sit.
"You'll never be accepted. You're a monster."
"What did you just say about my cousin?" Anastasia stops suddenly in her tracks, quickly spinning around to face the trio of girls. "What did you just call my cousin?" Her anger explodes like a firecracker that had just been lit.
Stefan Salvatore sighs deeply, settling in his large desk chair as he faces both Alexis and Finn; for all the stress he had endured due to the Mikaelson heirs, he really never had imagined that it would be the kids of Finn Mikaelson, the Loyal Mikaelson, nor the Gemini heirs that he would have troubles with.
In fact, the Mikaelson heirs were such known trouble makers, save for Finn's children, that Stefan had individual jars set up for each Mikaelson men for when their kids inadvertently blew up the school or got into some sort of trouble, the Mikaelson father then had to put money into the jar to pay for the damage.
"I'm sorry…. Ana did what?" Alexis stares at Stefan in disbelief. "Are the other students okay?"
"From the accounts I have heard, Ana was defending Nora. Nora was being bullied and Ana threw the other girls into a table. Gave them a scare more than anything else. And yes, the other students are okay." Stefan answers, his hands folded in front of him on his desk, attempting to appear calmer than he really felt.
"Threw them? So, Ana has magic now… Okay…" Alexis says carefully, choosing her next words thoughtfully, already feeling like a headache was coming on; Finn, however, only seemed to look incredible proud at the fact Anastasia had inherited his magic, even if it was latent.
"What is going to happen? For all parties involved?" Finn finally asks.
"Well…" Stefan sighs again, glancing at the jars, now five that sit on the table to the side of his office, two of which, to no surprise were more full than the others, that being Kol's twin terrors and Niklaus' hybrids out of hell. "That's what we're here to talk about…"