The Auclair Academy for the Superior Supernatural and the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted and were two schools born to mold the minds of the Supernatural youth. With their different approaches and rules, the schools are expected to clash...
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Maya closed the door behind her, as she exited her home. The Machado glanced at her phone, as she reread the message from Hope suggesting they met at one of the parks near the Machado residence. Truthfully, Hope would have suggested meeting in the town square if the Salvatore students hadn't been there. She couldn't risk bumping into Niko.
Remembering the vision from her dreams, Maya could remember how vicious Hope seemed... which warranted Maya's need to take a weapon with her, especially because the location of choice seemed a little creepy. The ravenette had managed to get ahold of one of her mother's guns, which she would no doubt notice was missing so she needed to be quick to put it back. Honestly... Maya had no idea how to shoot a gun, so she really hoped she wouldn't have to use it.
Approaching the park, Maya found Hope sitting on a bench. The Machado took a deep breath, before her legs moved for themselves as she nervously made it to the chair. "Hi Hope."
Hope's head snapped around, "Hey Maya." She greeted, offering a sad smile as her mind was still occupied by Niko and how obvious it had been on their face, that he didn't recognise her.
"Are you okay? You sounded a bit worried on the phone." Hope spoke, as Maya didn't move to sit down. The Machado thought back to when Hope asked her about Tori, and then she thought back to her dream and how the tribrid broke the blonde's arm with zero remorse.
"This friend you told me about... do you want to hurt her?" Maya asked as Hope seemed puzzled for a second before she remembered their conversation in the woods. "... Tori?" She asked as Maya nodded. "No— No I would never hurt her. Why..." Hope paused her ramble, as she remembered that she did share a face with somebody, who had very questionable intentions. "Why do you think I would hurt her?"
