You know how being alive felt weird? Well, being 7 years old felt even weird. It was an age that I hadn't been in a long time. I still couldn't believe that I actually allowed Hope to do this to me. Part of me was excited about getting to grow up again and have a completely different childhood, but the other part of me thought I was an idiot. I was basically throwing away my relationship for this. Granted, in theory, Kol and I could still get married in 11 years or so, but I didn't know if he wanted to wait that long. I didn't know I wanted to wait that long and it would also look really bad, like grooming bad.
I decided to stop thinking because I was tired. Apparently losing 11 years made me feel tired. Hope also looked tired. It was then that I realized that there was a problem. We hadn't put the second bed in Hope's room yet. I supposed that they hadn't thought that far ahead. I felt that maybe I should confirm whether or not she was tired at least.
"So do you feel tired?" I asked her. The bed did look like it could probably fit both of us in it if we needed to.
"Yeah, kind of. You know I should thank you for doing this for me." She said.
"So, listen, I know you did this to have a friend, but there are people close to your age here. I know you haven't really tried to be friends with Caroline and Alaric's daughters." I told her.
"I just don't like people saying that I should be friends with certain people." She admitted.
"I get that, but there really aren't a lot of options here." I explained. "Maybe we can try to talk to them together."
"Okay." She said before she yawned. "But I think I need a nap first."
Luckily, Hope was not adverse to sharing a bed with me. I still didn't think it should be a permanent thing and it would probably be a good idea to get my own bed because we might not always be able to share a bed, at least not one of the current size. I didn't know if I would look the same when I got older. I didn't see why I wouldn't but it was possible I could look different.
So, after our nap, I remembered that I didn't need to put on makeup. That would take some getting used to as well. I was several years away from needing to wear it again. Maybe I would be able to teach Hope how to do it when we got to that age.
The two of us went to the kitchen where we saw Josie and Lizzie. They were a year younger than us. Josie had chestnut brown hair and Lizzie had blonde hair. I couldn't help but think that Lizzie looked a lot like Caroline, even though the two of them weren't supposed to be related.
"Hi, I'm Davina." I greeted the two of them with a smile. I really wasn't that great at introducing myself to new position due to the social isolation that I had experienced the last few years of my life. I supposed that was another reason why I didn't want Hope to do this alone.
"Did you really make yourself younger so you could go to school here?" Lizzie asked. She looked like she was kind of judging me.
"No, I was going to go to school here already, but thought it would be better to do it this way." I explained. "So, you two can't do magic normally?"
"We can do magic. We just have to channel it from something or someone else first." Josie explained. "It's a weird thing that exists in our family. Well it did."
"What happened to them?" Hope asked. It seemed like she had never really gotten to know them. They were both surprised when she spoke to them.
"Our uncle killed them." Lizzie answered. "He tried to kill us too, but we sent him to another dimension. Mama says that he can't get out of there unless someone lets him out."
One thing that I had learned was that there was a lot of drama in Mystic Falls, possibly even more than there was in New Orleans. Klaus had spent some time living there, so that was probably the reason for at least part of it.
"Aunt Bonnie said that no one was going to let him out." Josie reminded her. I actually had heard of Bonnie before Klaus had talked about her. I was also pretty sure that he had a thing for Caroline, but that was obviously not something that he could act on with Hope here. That and I was pretty sure that he wasn't over Cami. At least he got to say goodbye to her. I wished that I could have. I wondered if I could summon her ghost. No, I was probably too young to do a spell like that. Actually, I would need to test if my magic was weaker or not.
However, I didn't have time to do that because I had magic class. I would probably be ahead because I knew most basic magic. Though, I supposed that it was possible to learn some things that I didn't know.
"Welcome everyone." An African-American woman greeted us. I found that there were witches of various ages up to about 13. I supposed that was the best way to fill a class. The school was still new so there weren't that many students either. They were trying to find ways to get more people. "I'm Miss Bennett and I'll be teaching you the basics of magic."
"Do you wanna work with me?" Lizzie asked. "I kind of can't do this by myself."
"Do you feel weird that you can't do magic by yourself?" I responded. Maybe a solution would be to find talismans for them so they could always have magic. However, the problem with talismans was a lot of them had dark magic or contained elements of the witch who enchanted them. That would probably be too dangerous to be worth the trouble. We did not either Josie or Lizzie getting possessed.
"I feel like people think that I'm a freak." She admitted. "I can't help the way that I am."
"You're not a freak." I assured her. Granted, I didn't actually know her that well, but it was probably a good idea to help her feel better at least.
The basics of magic were definitely easy for me. All of it was spells that already knew. I didn't know if I should be put in advanced magic classes because those mostly consisted of older teens and it made me feel a little uncomfortable. Bonnie did at least want to talk to me after class.
"So, your name's Davina, right?" She asked.
"Yeah." I explained.
"How are you doing? I mean this is probably stuff that you already know." She commented. "I can't imagine what it's like to be in your position. Why did you want to do this anyway? Why did you want to be younger?"
I was starting to wonder if there was a deeper reason than just wanting to help Hope. Why had I done this? Was it because I was scared of commitment? Was it because I felt a piece of my life was missing? Was there even a deeper reason at all? I didn't know. It would probably take some more time to reflect to find out. That was another reason that I wished I could talk to Cami because I was pretty sure that she would be able to help me figure it out.
"I don't think I can answer that question right now." I stated. "The main reason I want to be here for Hope. I know what it's like to go through isolation and I don't want that for her."
It was true. I did become cold and angry from my time in isolation. I knew my dad was doing it to protect me, but he probably could have gone about it in a different way, but he didn't know how to be a dad back then so there was no way that he could have gotten everything right. It didn't mean that I loved him any less or anything.
The time seemed to pass quicker than I thought it would. People always say that you grow up fast, but maybe it was just because there really wasn't very much drama. I mean there was this girl named Alyssa Chang who had a really bad temper, but even that didn't last very long.
Like I thought I would, I broke up with Kol. There probably was a bit of mental regression because the thought of a relationship kind of grossed me out. Maybe that would return when I got older. I wasn't really thinking about it too much. I was trying to focus on school and being with my friends.
One spell that Hope had learned was one where she could astral project to wherever her family was. The only problem was the only time that she used, she witnessed her father going on a killing spree. It seemed that he wasn't taking very well to having to be separated from his family either. His literally couldn't even talk to Elijah because he had his memory erased. I didn't quite understand the reasoning behind that but despite my proximity to them, I was not a Mikaelson and I didn't understand them.
When I was 10 years old, I was greeted with a surprise. It was specifically on my 10th birthday. My dad was here.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him.
"I figured that I could spend a day away from New Orleans to see my little girl and my sister." He declared. "So what do you two want to do?"
That was a good question. What did I want to do on my birthday. There really wasn't as much to do as there was in New Orleans, but there was one place that I had always wanted to do.
"Can we go to the skating rink?" I asked.
I didn't know how to skate. It wasn't something that I had learned in New Orleans because I never felt the need to. Maybe it was due to the small town life that I was slowly getting used to.
So he took Hope and I to the skating rink. He got some funny looks when he walked in with us, but I wouldn't let anyone say that he wasn't my dad, especially since my actual father had left shortly after I was born.
It had been a while since I had a birthday party. Even though it was kind of just a small thing, there was still pizza and games and it was fun. I was feeling mostly carefree and that had to be one of the best parts of being a kid. It was nice to live in a place where nothing really happened even if it was a little boring at times. I would take the slow small town life of Mystic Falls over the hectic big city part of New Orleans where it always seemed like everyone wanted to kill me.
By the time, I was 14, I had undergone some changes. Things had gone a little different. For one my voice sounded different. I had a Virginia accent instead of a Louisiana accent due to growing up there. A lot of people might think that they sound the same, but they were definitely different. In addition, my breasts were actually bigger than they were before. I wasn't sure how that happened because it wasn't like I had used magic to make them bigger. It wasn't like I had anything to go off because I didn't think anyone else had gone through puberty twice.
Hope and I were currently in our room discussing something. Puberty had also been really kind to her. She was gorgeous now.
"Are you sure that this is a good idea?" I asked her.
"So, he wants my blood to become a hybrid? What's the harm in it?" She replied.
"Well for starters, turning people is against the rules." I pointed out. "I'm pretty sure that applies to you as much as it does the vampires."
"I thought you didn't really care about the rules." She remarked. I had been willing to a few from time to time.
"I just don't want you to get expelled for this." I replied.
"I won't." She assured me, but I wasn't too convinced.
She ended up doing it. She was right. She didn't get expelled, but that didn't mean that she didn't get in trouble. She was suspended for a whole semester. There was only one thing that I could do.
"You know you don't have to go with her." Josie told me.
"Yeah, I do. Hope is my best friend." I declared.
"Just because she fucked up doesn't mean that you need to leave too." Lizzie replied. "Come on. Stay with us."
"I can't. I'm sorry. I'm going with her, but I'll be back when she comes back. I promise I'll come back." I told them.
It looked like I would have to face my past because I was following Hope. That meant that I was going back to New Orleans.
So this is a bit of a filler chapter basically showing what happened in the years up to Originals Season 5. Davina's close with the twins and Hope isn't completely anti-social either. Please don't forget to review.