A/N- A little drabble about Hayley Caroline friendship in NOLA, written a very long time ago.

Hayley Marshall knew there were a lot of things she couldn't do.

She can't sing. She can't play a musical instrument. For the life of her she can't recognize any herb that isn't being used to kill or heal her…

But she is an expert at taking the Original family and all the weird crap that comes with them in her stride.

So when she meanders into the compound, pushing Hope in her pram and finds it in chaos, she only sips her coffee and looks around for the obvious source.

Because people coming to kill them usually don't bring caterers and decorators.

She finds Caroline on the gallery, arguing with a party planner,

"No, I know what I want and I've given you the instructions, now make it work or flee the city in fear of your life"

"Hey," Hayley says, getting Caroline's attention and seeing the blonde go from annoyed to happy in a matter of seconds,

"Hi," she greets her cheerily before turning to Hope,

"Hey sweetie" she coos, "Who is going to be a big girl soon?"

For a moment Hayley thinks Caroline is calling her daughter fat before she continues on about birthdays and realizes that yeah, Hope was about to turn two.

And no, she's not a bad mother per se.

It's just that between the kidnapping, killing, resurrection as a hybrid and taking out the witches, Hayley and Klaus had had trouble pinpointing Hope's exact moment of birth and neither really cared to remember those hectic days.

Also, while the Originals celebrated holidays, trying to get them to pinpoint an actual day was a little tricky.

For them the Gregorian calendar was more a guideline than anything.

But this would be Hope's first birthday at home and Hayley is wracked with the sudden, horrifying guilt and the knowledge that she must be the worst mother in the world.

Of course, most mothers have this feeling from time to time, just last week one of her pack's new mothers, Lisa had been a sobbing mess because she couldn't remember where she'd left her toddler's favourite teddy bear.

Thankfully, Caroline Forbes is the best event planner in town.

"Now, I just want to run this past you, just in case you want to veto it," she begins, taking a deep breath, "But, I thought we could make the theme, The Wizard of Oz?"

Of course she has a theme picked out. Hayley remembers the movie vaguely, okay she might have done the whole Pink Floyd sync up with her friends with a little recreational fun, but bright colours and cheery songs come to mind.

One especially.

"Ding Dong the Witch is dead?" Hayley prompted, "Really?!"

Caroline shrugs, "Well, Dahlia is dead. Hope is safe, Kol is resurrected and we're currently at peace with…well…everyone"

"So this is going to be Hope's birthday party and a celebration for everyone else" she mused as she considered it, "What the hell, it'll be good for us all to get together and party"

Caroline beams, "Excellent, and I figure we can dress Freya up as Glinda the Good Witch, we can have a pile of black clothes in a corner to represent Dahlia and…how do you feel about ruby slippers?"

"I feel as though Jackson would divorce me if you dressed him up as Toto." Hayley told her firmly but then giggled,

"Whose Klaus going to dress up as?" Hayley asks and Caroline is about to speak when they're interrupted,

"Klaus is not dressing up as anything or anyone" the hybrid in question calls from three rooms over, "Any attempts to convince him otherwise will be not be successful"

Caroline frowns, "Seriously?! When did you get home?"

Klaus sticks his head out and Hayley sees the paint on his chin,

"Sweetheart, I've been here all morning, but unlike the scarecrow, I have a brain and know enough to not get in the way when you're planning a party"

It always amazes her when Klaus or Elijah know anything pop-culture. She still can't believe that Elijah watches Game of Thrones, although Gia swore up and down that he knows more about the series than anyone.

Hope squeals and claps her hands as her daddy approaches and scoops her into his arms,
"Come my littlest wolf" he kisses her cheek, "Time to learn about the Pre-Raphaelite style of painting"

"Don't get any paint on her clothes" Hayley orders as her daughter is carried off,

"I mean it, I see paint I'm putting vervein in your scotch"

She turns back to Caroline, "There'll be alcohol at this party right?" she asks, "Because I don't think we could have a peace party without plenty of booze to keep everyone feeling peaceful"

Caroline nods, "I'm literally bringing out cauldrons of the stuff after six pm, want to help me pick the food?"

Hayley's never thrown a party before, but she spends the rest of the day with Caroline picking out menus, decorations and even trying to figure out whether they could find a fake hot air balloon to place Hope in and she decides that there's a lot of fun to be had in event planning

A/N- There we go.