Abigail's POV
Hope and Abigail's Room
Hope and I were chilling in our room and while Hope was trying to find a way to find her mom. I just sat there feeling pretty hopeless knowing I couldn't help her.
"Hope is there anything I can do?" I asked her
She shook her head, "No it's fine Abby, just sit there and look pretty" Hope said and I slightly blushed at the comment but I still sighed regardless
"What is it Abby?" Hope asked coming to sit next to me
"I feel useless. I just want to help but I'm not a witch, I can't do any of this stuff, I'm just a kid with anger issues and I hate it" I tell her looking down
"Abs, you being here is actually amazing for me, I don't know what it is but you keep me calm for some reason so honestly you being around me is the best thing you can do right now" She tells me and I look up and smile at her
"Alright, well let's get reading, I may not know what I'm reading about but I can look for keywords that'll help" I tell her and she smiles before grabbing my hand and leading me down to sit next to her
We hear a knock on the door and both looked up before Hope went and opened it only for Freya to be behind it, "W-What happened?" Hope questioned and I stood up hoping the worst wasn't coming
"Uh, oh, no, nothing uh, no, your...your father has search parties scouring every inch of the city we'll find her" She reassures us
"I just...when I saw you, I though that she...yeah so, wait, if she's still missing, then why are you here?" Hope asked and I stood next to her trying to comfort as mush as possible
"Care package thought you could use a taste of home" Freya says holding up a bag of beignets
"Oh yay" I said snatching the bag out of her hands grabbing one going to sit back down on the bed
"So you drove all this way to bring me beignets?" Hope questions
"You know, I figured with everything going on, you could use a friend" Freya says and I cough
"Another friend" She corrects and I nod with a smile
"Thanks, but I'm really fine, I've got Abby" Hope says and I smile
"Yeah turns out I'm crazy good at witch stuff" I say and both look at me giving me the same look
"Or not" I mumbled and continued to eat my beignet
"Mm-hmm you know, I could be wrong, but, um, I think this is the part where you invite me in" Freya says still standing at the door
"Yeah, yeah, yeah" Hope says finally letting her in and starts to clean all the magic stuff up but Freya already sees what it is
"Locator spells in ancient languages? Thought you weren't allowed to do magic outside of the classroom" Freya questions Hope
"Catch up reading. I'm trying to make up for being suspended, keep up my grades" Hope tells her
"Mm-hmm" Freya hums like she doesn't believe a word that is being said
"I got to get back to work, Aunt Freya" Hope says trying to get her to leave and Freya does down and lays next to me
"Sure, sure, I mean, I could just leave after an excruciating 11 hour drive to see my only niece and one of my favorite werewolves or...we could get comfy, stuff our faces with deep-fried glory, and you could tell me about that cute boy you had hidden in your room last week" Freya says and I groan at the mention of Roman
"Seriously why is it all about him" I say and Freya looks at me
"I take it you don't like the boy?" She asked me
"No, I don't trust the boy, he's up to something" I tell her
Freya leans closer to me, "Is it because you're jealous that he gets her attention" Freya whispers and I glare at her
"Shut up" I whispered back only for Hope to stare at us
"Everything okay?" She asked and I nod
"Everything is fine" I tell her
Freya laughs but I nudge her hoping she'll stop and Hope continues to clean up.
Soccer Field
Hope, Freya, and I were walking past a bunch of the boys who were playing soccer, "So, which one is he?" Freya asks as I see Hope stare at Roman
"The hot one that sweats diamond dust" Hope said and I scoff
Roman then waves at Hope and she gets so awkward which makes Freya and I chuckle at her awkwardness, "Oh god keep—keep walking" Hope instructed us trying to move forward faster
"Wait, you're not gonna wave back?" Freya asked
"I'm pretty sure she doesn't know how" I tell Freya and Hope shot me a playful glare
"No, pretty sure, uh, his ego can handle it" Hope says
"I hope it can't and that he dies of embarrassment" I say only to receive a glare from Hope and a chuckle from Freya
"Hey, so...that stuff you were studying earlier Alchemy of the Iberian Peninsula? Magic of the Middle East?" Freya says listing the books Hope was checking out
"I'm examining regional magic as it relates to sociopolitical and Ionic statuses" Hope says and that honestly flew eight over my head
"So, what exactly are the sociopolitical implications of breaking powerful cloaking spells?" Freya asked
"What do you want me to say? My mom's missing" Hope says getting frustrated
"Trying to break every possible spell in those books by yourself would take a thousand years" Freya says and I look at her wide eyed
"Um we don't have that long" I mention
"This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you and guess what? You and the witches haven't gotten anywhere I'm coming at it from a different angle" Hope says getting sassy
"Okay" Freya accepts
"I'm the one that put the cloaking spell on her in the first place maybe I can find a way to lift it without being in the room with her" Hope says trying to figure out a way
"And the fact that that's never been done in the history of witchcraft isn't going to deter you" Freya says
"Hey if anyone is gonna do it, it'll be Hope" I say causing Hope to give me a smile before turning back to Freya
"I can't just sit around and do nothing" Hope tells her determined
"All right, then let's get to work" Freya tells us and I cheer
"Witchy time, yay" I say only to receive a glare from both
"Don't call it that" They tell me and I sigh
"Jesus you try and have a nice moment and get shut down" I say while following them
It's definitely witchy time, tell me I'm wrong
BINABASA MO ANG
My Savior (On Hold)
Fanfiction"Your love saved me...you are my Savior" In which Abigail Jackson and her best friend Hope Mikaelson navigate the world as supernatural teenagers. Will Abigail ever tell her best friend how she truly feels? Hope Mikaelson x femoc
