Joseph Theodore Mikaelson is the only son of Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall. He is the twin sister of Hope Mikaelson. He is a tribrid, the second of his kind. He was always forgotten by his family exempt for his three uncles, his two aunts, his...
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It's been a month since Joseph and Robert have been staying with the Jefferson.
Joseph felt strange, was this what a true family was like? He noticed how they were always smiling and laughing whilst in each other's presence and how they always showed equal attention to everyone.
It didn't take them long to figure that Maxwell and Quinn were sired to the poor boy who immediately helped them break the sire bond.
Through every single painful transformation, he stayed, apologized because he believed it was his fault. It was his blood that turned them after all, but they reassured him every time that it wasn't his fault as he was still an infant when they were turned and Klaus had taken his blood without his permission.
He was sitting in the room that Vincent and Roses had given him and was studying his grimoire, looking for a resurrection spell that didn't require black magic.
A knock on his ajar door broke him out of his thoughts. When he saw Quinn there, he gave her a small smile and waved her inside. "I don't bit." He said teasingly, still noticing her slight apprehension to enter the room.
She snorted and then launched herself onto his bed. "You've been reading these for three days. What are you looking for?" Quinn questioned as she began reading the grimoire as well.
The dark blonde headed boy took the glamour spell off his grimoire when he realized that no one in the house would take them without asking.
"I'm looking for a resurrection spell, that doesn't involve black magic. Quite a difficult task. I'm supposed to resurrect my Uncle Finn." Joseph explained and sighed frustrated.
"Why don't you take a break and afterwards, I'll help you find a spell?" Quinn coaxed and kept poking the poor boy in the side which made him laugh.
"OKAY! Stop!" He said laughing harder as he continued to tickle his sides.
"You, my dear Theodore, need to have fun." The youngest Jefferson daughter sighed as she watched the boy immediately go back to reading.
His head snapped up with a face that was full of offense. "I can have fun!" He protested and once again Quinn snorted.
"Your idea of fun is reading. While reading can be fun, especially for your genius brain." She poked his head which made the boy giggle. "You also have to do other things. What else do you like to do?"
He froze. What else did he like to do? Nothing came to mind except for one thing.
"I like to play the piano." He confessed quietly.
"We have one downstairs. Maxwell like to play it every once in a while. Same with mom. I never had the patience to learn." She told him,
"I can teach you. If you want that is." He said nervously.
"Let's go." The girl replied and pulled him downstairs to the piano. They sat next to each other on the bench and Joseph was excited.
His hand's glided against the keys and he played some notes. When he finished Quinn applauded.
"Alright. So put your hands here and press them one at a time." The dark blonde instructed and guided her hands on the piano.
They sat there for over two hours, talking and playing. She would never tell him that she always knew how to play the piano. That she let him teach her because she saw the huge smile on his face.
