~E v e r l a s t i n g~ {book two}

~sixty-two~

Davina waits for Freya to finish up her call with Vincent as they stood in the Salvatore Boarding School. They had decided it would be a good idea to pay her a visit, considering she didn't seem to be taking the actual disappearance of her mother too well.

Once Freya hangs up, Davina glances over at her with an expectant look. "You ready?"

"Yeah. Let's go see our niece." The two witches make their way down to Hope's bedroom and knock on the door.

Hope answers and immediately looks optimistic about their presence. "W-what happened?"

"Uh, oh, no, nothing. Uh, no, your...your father has search parties scouring every inch of the city. We'll find her," Freya assures her.

"I just...when I saw you, I thought that she...yeah. So, wait, if she's still missing, then why are you both here?"

Davina holds up a paper bag full of beignets and offers her a small smile. "Care package from home."

Hope takes the bag and gives them a skeptic look. "So, you came all this way to bring me beignets?"

"Ah, you know me, Hope. Anything goes for beignets. We figured that with everything going on, you could use your aunts as friends," Davina tells her.

"Thanks, but I'm really fine," Hope says and is about to close the door.

"Mm-hmm. You know, I could be wrong, but, um, I think this is the part where you invite us in," Freya reminds her with a smirk.

"Yeah. Yeah." Hope steps aside, allowing the two witches into her bedroom. They notice that she was previously working on a spell.

"Locator spells in twelve ancient languages?"

"Thought you weren't allowed to do magic outside of the classroom," Davina remarks.

"Catch-up reading. Trying to make up for being suspended," Hope chuckles and packs her stuff away. "Keep my grades up. I got to get back to work, guys."

"Surely, you're not going to kick us out after we drove eleven hours to come visit our favorite niece," Freya comments, patting her on the shoulders.

"Yeah, we could get comfy, stuff our faces with deep-fried glory, and you could tell us all about that cute boy I had to kick out of the compound last week," Davina grins, cocking her head.

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The three of them are walking outside the school and slow down when they pass the soccer field.

"So, which one is he," Freya questions curiously.

"The hot one that sweats diamond dust," Hope smiles. They watch as Roman headbutts the soccer ball into the net, scoring a goal. He turns around and grins at Hope, giving her a wave. "Oh, god. Keep walking."

"Aw, why aren't you gonna wave back," Davina chuckles.

"I'm pretty sure his ego can handle it," she murmurs.

"Hey, so...that stuff you were studying earlier," Freya prompts and stops walking to look at Hope. "Alchemy of the Iberian Peninsula? Magic of the Middle East?"

"I'm examining regional magic as it relates to socio-political and economic statuses."

"So, what exactly are the sociopolitical implications of breaking powerful cloaking spells?"

"What do you want me to say? My mom's missing," Hope sighs.

"Trying to break every possible spell in those books by yourself would take a thousand years."