Short Chapter cuz I think this story is almost done.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Originals.
Hope Mikaelson
"It has a nice ring to it…" Klaus murmured making Hope laugh. The words had such finality to them, written on the official looking paper that they all stood staring at. Hope smiled softly, Klaus grinned openly and Elijah's face remained stoic. Marcel's news shocked him, much more than he was willing to admit. As the three of them sat in the seating area in the courtyard, Marcel and his vampires were on their way to the Orphanage where Hope grew up. He wondered if he would finally get the answer to a question that had been on his mind since he'd first known who Hope was.
Marcellus Gerard had never quite liked witches. Never in his whole life had he ever fully trusted a witch.
Sophie Devereaux was a distraction.
Davina Clare was the exception.
The witches of New Orleans fell even lower on his trust meter, their actions earning them permanent hatred from him and anyone else who knew what they were truly capable of. Even his friend and brother Thierry, who had been in a relationship with a witch before she died, admitted openly that the witches of New Orleans were particularly vengeful, hateful human beings.
When he pulled up to the St. Jude's Orphanage in the borrowed SUV, he wondered what the nuns were doing at that very moment.
Yes, Marcellus Gerard had never quite liked witches. And the very idea of what he was going to do to them almost made him smile.