chapter 10

Hope and Daphne were standing beside Allison like two stoic sentries posted by her side in order to protect her in the aftermath within the crowded classroom filled with a large amount of dead birds, stray feathers and blood all throughout the room.

Stiles was about to move towards the 3 girls but he wasn't even given the chance to say anything in regards to Hope being a Werewolf and to tell her to be wary of the Argents due to their Hunter's Code. He wanted to go through the Werewolf 101 with her. See if she was in control of her actions and to see if she was in control of her bloodlust that was sure to make an appearance tomorrow during the full moon.

The only reference that the genius in the making had of female Werewolves was Erica and she was a whirlwind of hormones, anger, jealousy and confidence. Well… There was Laura but Stiles has no clue what she was like when she was alive. Hell, he thought that female Werewolves had the ability to shift into actual wolves due to Derek's burial of his sister but Erica kinda blew that theory out of the water.

Chris Argent was quick to approach Allison to make sure she was alright and in return he caught the attention of a very concerned Sheriff and father.

"Next time you're feeling you want to stay home, you stay home." Chris announced with a fair amount of concern in his voice as he took his daughter's hand in his own, noticing a scratch on the back of her hand.

Allison allowed her father to analyse her for more injuries as she replied. "I'm okay. But dad, the deer and now this."

The Huntress pulled back her arm after Chris loosened his hold, slightly annoyed that the small cut wasn't even made by one of the birds but rather a kid who knocked over a table next to her and a pair of scissors went flying over the back of her hand, barely grazing it.

"I know. I know." Chris observed Allison's two guards with a critical eye.

Allison didn't want her father to play 20 questions with her two soulmates and quickly added. "It can't be a coincidence."

Chris was about to reply until another voice sounded out to his left. "Mr Argent. You wouldn't have any insight into this would you?"

Argent blinked in surprise as he faced the person who spoke, the Sheriff. "Me?" He replied a little dumbfounded as he didn't expect the question at all.

"Yeah, it's all this bizarre animal behaviour, it's uh…" Sheriff Stilinski looked back at his son for a moment and frowned before turning back to Chris Argent and noticing his daughter looking a little confused with a pair of new students at each of her shoulders. "You must have seen something like this before, right?"

Allison and Chris exchanged glances as they kept their silence. Chris looked over the Sheriff's shoulder at a guilty looking Stiles and realised that this was because of the lanky boy.

Allison's heart was literally beating like a jackhammer in her chest as she did her best not to react to the Sheriff's words but apparently her father was able to smoothly dissuade the Police Sheriff. "Not sure why I would or why you would think I would."

The Huntress reached back and whacked the Tribrid when she heard restrained laughter in her mind with Hope's signature heat. Daphne let out a near silent snort at this interaction as it somehow managed to go under the radar of the Sheriff and older Argent due to them still talking.

"I'm sorry. I could have sworn that I overheard my son talking about how you were an experienced hunter?" The confused elder Stilinski questioned as he sent his son a look that said 'we are going to talk about this later'.

Apparently her father was feeling generous as he awkwardly replied to the Sheriff's query after looking back at Allison. "Uh, right. Well not anymore."

The ravenette looked at her father with a look of distaste in her mouth as she didn't agree with him but the other Hunter was adamant that he wouldn't be interfering unless it had to do with the two girls behind her. Chris, as much as he hated it, believed the pair about Allison being a part of their Soulmate pairing. So these two would always be around his daughter, especially considering how fast they were getting to know each other.

Noah pursed his lips a little as he recalled Argent shooting a mountain lion nearly half a year ago which leads him to believe that the other man wasn't telling the complete truth.

Chris' first instinct that day was to protect the students and he had the confidence to fire a gun in a car park filled with scared students and parents. That wasn't the act of someone who would just simply stop protecting others.

The Sheriff turned to Allison, noticing all the concerned people standing around her and asked her. "You alright?"

Allison was shocked that Sheriff Stilinski was directing that question at her but wasn't surprised as he was always attentive when it came to someone in trouble.

The Huntress gave a small smile as she replied. "Yeah."

Noah bobbed his head realising that he wouldn't get any more out of Allison so he tipped his hat towards the father-daughter duo before moving towards his son who looked offended as though his father didn't ask the pair enough questions.

The Tribrid took this moment of lulled silence as she looked at the ground, taking in the amount of dead crows on the ground and she leaned closer to Daphne as she murmured quietly into blonde's ear. "This is the second most murder of crows I've seen murdered in one place. I think I beat this record during one of my teenage temper tantrums as Aunt Freya would say."

"Do I want to know why you killed a… Murder of crows… Oh Merlin! Your jokes are getting worse darling. Sweet Morgana! I'm going to ignore that poor attempt…. Actually, I'm not. Did you remember to count the crows outside that Alexandria electrocuted?" Daphne groaned in exasperation at her wife's dark humour before she thought about it a little further.

Lydia was in the middle of walking past the magical couple and overheard this conversation. The Banshee couldn't decide whether to stop and stare at the obscenity of what she heard or laugh at correct use of the collective term for crows while making a joke about the birds deaths in the same sentence.

"Holy shit!" Lydia snorted as she brought a hand in front of her mouth to cover it as she got some strange looks from Sheriff Stilinski, Miss Blake, Chris, Allison, Stiles and some of the students who were in their corner of the classroom.

The strawberry blonde pursed her lips as Hope and Daphne turned their heads to glance slightly over their shoulders to smirk evilly at the Banshee realising that she heard them. Lydia waved her hand in dismissal as she joined Chris and Allison. The Hunter was in the process of ushering Allison out of the classroom and towards her locker to grab her things so he could take her home.

The pair had watched as Allison brushed her thumb against the bloody wound to clear away the small amount of blood to look at the damage again. Except she nearly crashed into the doorway as the wound was completely gone. It was fully healed in the span of 5 minutes.

Lydia followed behind them as her locker was in the same direction and the Huntress was her lift home but almost bumped into the other girl. The Banshee was about to complain but saw the same thing Allison did and turned back to the Tribrid and Witch with a questioning look on her face.

Hope smirked and waved in the strawberry blonde's direction and Lydia's jaw nearly dropped open as she turned back to Allison's unmarred skin before Chris managed to guide his daughter out of the room. Lydia glanced back and forth a couple of times before chasing after the Argent family.

"Are they seriously sending everyone home?" Daphne wondered as they remained in the room for a little longer for Braeden to mark Allison and Lydia's arms and the Alphas within the school left so Hope could leave undetected.

Hope let out a small huff. "Yep. This is officially the first school I've been to that actually takes the safety of their students seriously."

Daphne bit her lip as she tried not to smirk at that remark but could stop the small shake of her head and the quiet laugh in the back of her throat. "That's actually really sad considering 'Hogwarts is the one of the safest places in Magical Britain' but this public school has already shown more concern than Dumbledore ever did."

Hope snorted loudly at the deadpan delivery from the normally stoic Pureblood Princess. "Oh my God! I can't breathe! Why don't you let this side out more frequently?"

Daphne allowed a Mikaelson smirk that she picked up from Hope and Freya to grace her face as she sassily retorted. "One member of this Soulbond has to be responsible. I transferred this honour over to Allison while we're at school. You've already done it at the Salvatore School and I did it at Hogwarts. It's Allison's turn."

Hope chortled as she wrapped an arm over Daphne's high shoulders. "Does Allison know that she now holds such an honour?"

The gleaming white teeth showing through Daphne's wide grin was all the answer Hope needed and both girls broke down into giggles.

- - -

Lydia really wanted to talk to Allison about what she saw and waited until Chris mentioned something about signing his daughter out of school for the rest of the day. The Banshee raised her hand and frowned at the older Argent with a look that had the man sighing, defeat written in his shoulders as he also signed her out as well.

Lydia's face was directly next to the Huntress' ear as she whispered as quietly as she could, not wishing for anyone with superhearing to eavesdrop on them but she didn't fully trust this method so she kept her question purposefully vague for anyone listening in. "What happened to the cut on your hand?"

Allison gave her a quick side eye as she shrugged slightly. "No clue."

"In that case you should talk to them later." Lydia pointed out softly as she pulled away slightly and opened her locker.

Lydia was grabbing her bag out of her locker while Allison was closing her own locker door and the strawberry blonde made an observation of disbelief as she spoke into her locker. "Is it me or is Beacon Hills turning into something more like 'Beacon for the totally bizarre and supernatural?'"

Allison's head banged into the metal door with a quiet groan or laugh, Lydia couldn't distinguish the actual noise that her best friend made as she could fully believe both noises being an accurate answer to her question.

Allison let out a small gasp of surprise as a hand tightly gripped her right arm and yanked her forward into the hallway.

"Where's Scott McCall? You're Allison, right?" An unknown woman demanded from the shocked Huntress.

"Yeah? How do you know me?" The ravenette replied cautiously with a frown, not wishing to divulge any further information to a stranger who just yanked her out into the middle of the walkway.

"Where's Scott?" The woman demanded again.

Allison shook her head slightly. "He had to leave. He's supposed to be back in class–Ah!"

At the sound of Allison's grunt of pain Lydia was instantly shutting her locker door and moving towards her friend to back her up.

"Is he coming back?" The dark skinned woman desperately demanded as a hint of feat entered her eyes as she looked over the girls heads seeing the Alpha Twins.

Lydia was reaching out with her left dominant arm to dislodge the other woman's deadly grip on Allison. "Hey! Easy with the physicality, sweetheart–OW!"

As it turns out, this woman must be ambidextrous as she shot out her own left hand to intercept her and latched on painfully making the strawberry blonde cry out in pain.

The woman shifted her hands slightly on their arms and squeezed both of their arms again before letting go and speeding away in the opposite direction of the Werewolf twin brothers.

Allison and Lydia both cradled their dominant hands and turned their wrists around so they could assess the damage on the pale skin under their forearms.

The strawberry blonde was relatively pissed as she announced. "Well she bruised me!"

Allison traced a thumb over the more distinct mark with a frown. "Huh? Me too."

"Why does yours look more distinctive than… Mine… I'm sorry, is your bruise literally healing in front of my eyes? When did you become a Werewolf and why did you tell me?" Lydia observes in amazement before wearing a shit-eating grin as she glances up to Allison's unimpressed russet eyes.

Allison let out an annoyed sigh. "Remind me to yell at Hope and Daphne in person the next time I see them. This Soulbond better not turn me into a Werewolf or there will be hell to pay."

Chris made his reappearance during the middle of Allison's rant. "It doesn't. I discussed this with them a few days ago. Apparently, my daughter, you inherit some of their supernatural healing factors through the bond. It's the Soulbond's way of balancing out the clear discrepancy of power between the three of you."

Allison and Lydia turned to the older Hunter in utter surprise and blinked a few times.

"They never mentioned this to me." Allison replied with a hint of anger in her voice.

Yet it was Lydia who was the voice of reason in this scenario. "Did you ever ask them about the physical aspects of the bond, other than Hope's shifting potentially causing you pain?"

"What?" Chris questioned as this was the first he was hearing about this.

Allison squinted her eyes in thought before shaking her head slightly looking a little sheepish. "No. We were only focused on learning how to block pain."

"Then why aren't they here if they feel your pain?" Lydia wondered.

Hope and Daphne chose this moment to join them and the brunette held out a sheet of paper with a drawing on it. "We are here and we did feel Allison's pain. However, since we are trying to keep things as close to the original timeline as possible, you'll need this."

Allison took the drawing and flipped it around. It was a drawing of two arms with bruising on them. Allison quickly checked her pale bruise seeing the same mark on the paper that was on her arm. "It's a symbol…"

Chris shook his head slightly in frustration at the Tribrid's interference. "Come on. Let's get the two of you girls out of here. School can wait another day."

Argent moved to Allison's side and placed a hand at her back to guide her forward as he assumed that Lydia would be following behind them at a distance. "Sweetheart. Hey. You don't have to worry about this anymore. Remember our agreement? We stay in Beacon Hills, but only if we stay out of this. It's not our problem now, okay?"

- - -

After Hope drove them both home after the shortest school day in history for the pair, lasting only a total of 30 minutes. Hope and Daphne went over some of their training routines that Flitwick and the Goblins had offered them.

Once the couple entered the garage, Hope drew out Excalibur from its sheathed position on her back and gave a few twirls as she refamiliarised herself with the mythic blade of Arthurian legends.

Daphne flicked her wand out of its invisible holster, branding it in her right hand as she released her pent up ice magic. The ice travelled down the tip on the wand until it was nearly half her height and lifted her hand as the ice crackled, taking the formation of Excalibur , creating an exact replica of the Emrys descendant's sword. Daphne smirked at her partner's exaggerated eye roll as she aimed the sharpened tip towards the Tribrid.

"Ready darling?" Daphne supplied with a small flourish of her wrist.

Hope chuckled, finally feeling at home in this new world. "Are you sure you are ready for me, love?"

"Try not to nick me. I'd hate to explain to Allison why she's littered with thin cuts randomly." Daphne reminded her soulmate.

Hope froze for a moment before tilting her head slightly. "Good point. Better not use magic then. Sudden changes in temperature isn't good for the human body."

The only response Hope got in reply was an exasperated eye roll with her ice-coloured eyes before Daphne started moving first, thrusting her sword towards Hope.

The Tribrid wasn't quite ready for the attack so she used a burst of superspeed to swing her blade down to deflect the strike away from her body.

The pair quickly got into a familiar rhythm of dancing into the other's space to land a strike against their duelling partner before swiftly moving away to avoid the next swing. The garage was filled with the endless sound of steel scraping against ice and the patter of quiet feet gliding across the room.

Occasionally Hope or Daphne would sweep out one of their legs in an attempt to know the other off their feet. It took them about 30-40 minutes of nonstop strikes while only wielding one sword each to realise that they weren't getting anywhere. The pair were reasonably on par with each other since they both had the same teachers.

In addition, Hope wasn't interested in using her Vampire or Werewolf speed to give her an advantage over her lover. The only problem with this was Hope couldn't simply turn off her extensive stamina.

The Ice Witch was the first to land one of these leg sweeps and Hope fell back on the thin floor mats with a grunt.

The brunette will forever argue that Daphne distracted her with her wily charms and knowledge of Hope's familiar reactions. The blonde Witch had pulled her wet and sweaty shirt over her head before flinging it at Hope which is what originally distracted her, until she shamelessly ogled Daphne in her bra and a pair of low-rise jeans. This left her wide open to just about any attack from her lover.

Daphne laughed at Hope's misfortune before the Tribrid decided that turnabout is fair play and she stripped out of her own slightly sweaty shirt after a few minutes so the blonde wouldn't be prepared.

The blonde wasn't prepared and landed on her ass with a lap full of warm-bodied Tribrid. "Hi love."

Daphne was panting in exhaustion as she let her head fall back against the mats in defeat as she took this time to get some air back in her lungs.

Hope sheathed Excalibur behind her back before leaning down, holding Daphne down with a supportive hand on her shoulder as the brunette hovered her face right above the blonde's heat-flushed face. "You know… I kinda hate that we can't finish this spar like we normally would. I also despise that I can hear your blood pumping through your body and I can't bite you otherwise poor Allison may launch herself at the first person she sees like a cat in heat."

A breathless chuckle escaped Daphne's chest as she reversed the magic on her wand and dropped it beside her to reach up and cup the back of Hope's neck. "Now that Allison knows how to kinda block us I think we can now get away with snogging by now."

Hope grinned as she allowed Daphne to pull her down to Daphne's awaiting minty cold breath. "Want to test it? Put up your barrier, love and we'll see how far we can take this before Allison tells us to stop."

Daphne sucked in a breath as Hope closed the distance between their mouths.

The Tribrid controlled the kiss as she left one arm where it shifted off the blonde's shoulder and onto the mat beside Daphne's head to keep her balance while Hope used her other hand to slide seductively down Daphne's side.

Goosebumps were forming on Daphne's unblemished skin at an alarming rate and the blonde groaned with pleasure into Hope's attentive mouth. Hope smirked as she took the opportunity to glide her tongue into Daphne's mouth.

A strained whimper sounded from the other side of the soulbond causing both Hope and Daphne to stop for a moment or two, waiting to see if the ravenette would tell them to stop. They waited for nearly a full minute with Daphne breathing heavily underneath Hope before the Tribrid chose to test her luck a little.

Hope was pressing kisses along Daphne's collarbone before burying her face in Daphne's wonderful scent of fresh snow, parchment and oranges at the curve of the blonde's appealing neck.

Her Werewolf side took some long, deep breaths bathing in the scent of her Soulmate in an effort to calm the beast within her.

The next time Hope pressed a kiss against Daphne's mouth, the kiss wasn't as heated as the first one as the Emrys couple were able to get most of their built up pressure out with that all consuming kiss.

This kiss was to reassure the other that they wanted to continue but had to wait a little while longer until Allison built up her shields more or alternatively, to Hope and Daphne's full support, join them so they didn't have to worry about it.

"So what should we do with the rest of our day? I don't even think it's lunch time yet." Hope questioned as she pulled away, standing to her feet and offering a hand down to the blonde.

Daphne accepted the assistance and placed her hand into Hope's and was lifted off the ground with ease onto her feet. "I don't know. Can we severely injure that woman who hurt Allison and Lydia?"

"There's no point to it. Braeden is already in the hospital and in a shit-ton of pain from attack by the Alpha Pack. Besides that woman isn't evil, love. She was just trying to survive and she shared her message with Allison and Lydia. The girls should figure out that the symbol is for the First National Bank tomorrow." Hope informed her blonde soulmate as they made their way out to the kitchen to collect some water bottles they had waiting for them in the fridge.

The Ice Witch just grumbled angrily in response as she practically ripped the cap off the water and threw it on the bench before taking a long swig of water.

The blonde took her water back to the garage as she summoned her quiver of arrows and swung them over her head and shoulder, smoothing down the strap over her chest.

Hope watched as Daphne also summoned the matching bow belonging to the birthday set that the Tribrid had given her for her 16th birthday. As much as the girls kinda promised not to give birthday or Yule gifts they were terrible at keeping this promise. They were still giving presents to each other but kept it on the down low.

One of these presents was the epiphany for Daphne's Yule gift to Lizzie.

Daphne tried to recreate the archery gear that Hope made for her with her excessive knowledge of enchanting and powerful runes that were etched into the bow and onto each and every shaft of each and every arrow.

The blonde couldn't figure out how Hope had the time and patience to imbue every piece of archery equipment. More shockingly, Daphne always wondered how Hope had enough time to create these runes and enchantments when the Tribrid was still in school while taking her on dates and performing the extracurricular duties of Lady Emrys.

The archery gear that Hope had given her had more intricate and unique magical properties on them than the one Daphne had created for Lizzie but the Siphon Witch had loved the effort and time that the other blonde girl put into making her gift. In fact Lizzie didn't mind that Hope's version was more powerful than Daphne's attempt, she was just happy that someone knew her well enough to give her a present that she actually loved.

Instead of the 30 second delay before the arrows would return back to the quiver, Hope's set of arrows could return back to the quiver with a single thought or remain exactly where they were, whatever Daphne decided. The other aspect that Daphne wasn't able to recreate was when nocking an arrow on the bowstring the arrowhead could change the arrowhead into whatever the archer believed was needed: Flashbang, explosive, sound, concussion, fire, ice, electric, light, Peruvian Darkness and so many more types of arrowheads.

Daphne was so impressed with Hope's magical imagination as well as her restrictions. Something that always confused the Ice Witch was the knowledge that Hope never included an accuracy charm on the bow or the arrows. The Tribrid reasoned that she didn't want anyone else to use this bow against them and including accuracy meant that anyone could use it without any experience which Daphne had to admit is a very Klaus-minded thought process.

Hope tilted her head to the side as a wonderful idea on how to spend the rest of her day entered her mind at the appearance of Daphne's birthday present.

The Slytherin Ice Queen called out aloud. "You're welcome." As the brunette was in the middle of apparating away with a thumbs up in the blonde's direction.

The Tribrid apparated over to New Orleans in a back street in the French Quarter, one that she knew was normally empty, at least, it was in both the universes where she has been in. Thankfully the same held true for this universe.

Hope casually strolled out of her little hideaway and seamlessly slotted into the busy streets of New Orleans as she walked down the ever so familiar streets of her youth. The Tribrid made her way through the French Quarter with a sense of nostalgia flowing through her.

After spending just a little over an hour in New Orleans checking in on the Abattoir to see who owns her familial home in this universe, the Abattoir is actually owned by the city and is a historical site used for community purposes like meetings or charity events.

Hope was saddened to see her home like this but she wasn't going to fight the town on residency. It wasn't worth her time and effort. On the plus side she could still use the Abattoir as an apparition point in the future since she wouldn't be ejected from the house automatically by her Vampire side. So that was good to know.

The brunette had also brought a full set of archery equipment from a little hole in the wall shop, it was the same shop that Hope had found the last time she was looking for a gift in the way of Daphne's archery set while she was in the blonde's universe.

Hope had asked if Daphne could apparate to the Argent home and find out what kind of bow Allison usually uses along with the arrow types as all she remembered was 'titanium' and 'armour-piercing'.

Daphne was kind enough to take a short break in her own archery practice to apparate over to Allison's home without being seen. The blonde walked throughout the Argent's armoury as both Hope and Daphne had seen images of this room from Allison by accident, or at least they think it was by accident since Allison shouldn't know how to purposefully broadcast her thoughts to them.

Daphne pursed her lips a little as she noticed the handheld crossbow, a two-handed crossbow, a longbow, two recurve bows that looked similar to one another except one was smaller like for a child and then there was the folded-up compound bow.

The blonde let out a single laugh of amusement at the variety of bows before turning to check the rest of the walls.

There were guns of all shapes and sizes, knives, swords, green canisters of some description that had ridges along the entire thing, some grey containers that looked similar to the last one and a shit ton of bullets.

" Holy Merlin and Morgana!... What the actual fuck is wrong with both of my soulmates?! Why do both of you have mass amounts of weapons? " Daphne swore telepathically across to only Hope as her eyes continued to scan the weaponised walls.

Hope snorted and decided not to mention that with their last soulmate's profession, there will most likely be at least one similar wall of weapons hidden away somewhere for their fourth or an entire room filled with weapons. " ... Protection??? "

" Was that a question or an answer? " Daphne chuckled in mirth at Hope's response.

Hope nodded her head slightly in embarrassment as she replied. " Both. "

To Daphne it was fairly obvious that Allison's preferred bow would be the recurve bows on the wall. The larger one was made out of a dark wood that Daphne couldn't quite make out with certainty and it has a grip in the middle on the middle of the wood. Daphne mentioned that Hope didn't have to match the wood type to what Allison normally uses.

The Ice Witch gave her lover the length of the bow and gave Hope the arrow types Allison uses as well as the arrowheads. Allison uses which was the military-grade, armour-piercing titanium arrowheads before apparating out of the Argent's armoury without touching a single weapon.

Hope looked over the bows hanging on the rack in front of her. The Tribrid did a little balance and feel test as she wondered if she could channel Allison's preferences without alerting the Huntress. As it turns out, it actually worked to some degree. Hope felt a connection to a new type of wood that wasn't white oak or pine like Hope and Daphne's wand choices.

The Tribrid carried this bow and moved over to the quivers.

The first thing Hope noticed was that the standard quiver in this shop held 36 arrows. Daphne's current quiver only held 24 and she dropped her head as she realised that she needed to enchant and draw more runes on those thin-ass shafts once again.

After picking up 48 aluminium arrows grouped by the dozen for a slightly discounted price. 36 to fill Allison's quiver and 12 more to fill Daphne's quiver after they transferred the arrows across to the new quiver. All Hope had to do for the quiver was match up each slot of the quiver to a specific arrow so they can return home to their own hole.

Hope placed the items on the counter: The bow that was made of cypress wood. Admittedly this wood was a very soft wood and prone to denting or breaking which is the only fact about this type of wood that Hope knew… And that this is the perfect bow for Allison. Besides the impervious charm is a wonderful spell to place on the bow to put the issue of the soft wood to rest.

Hope placed the two quivers and the exact amount of arrows she needed to fill both quivers onto the counter with a long internal groan as she rolled her wand wrist in pre-emptive pain.

The clerk wanted to sell Hope more arrows as he cautioned her that the aluminium arrows may be the most precise of the 3 materials: Wood, carbon and aluminium. But they are the most easy to damage with bends, dents or holes.

Hope understood that this worker was being honest and truthful, trying to help her as though she didn't know anything about archery. Which to be fair, she didn't, but she did do her research before she bought Daphne's archery gear so she has a rough idea of what she was talking about.

Hope took the clerk's experience to heart and compared it to Daphne's that she was able to answer everything and also considered adding more enchantments to the bows.

"By any chance do you supply military-grade, armour-piercing titanium arrowheads? My… Friend… Yeah, friend would be the most accurate description at this stage. Anyway, my friend is an Olympic level archer who also occasionally hunts on the side and these are the type of arrowheads she uses." Hope had to think for a moment as she put her relationship into words for Allison, she wanted to use soulmate but to strangers, that is a very strong and possessive word that generally concerns the everyday person.

The man observed the girl in front of him, wondering if she was even old enough to buy the ammunition/arrowheads. "ID please?"

Hope fished her wallet out of her jeans without complaint as she read the signs in plain sight, both above the counter, on the counter and on a small warning ticket beside each type of ammunition.

Hope pulled out her licence she received a couple of days ago after applying for it when she bought the car. The Tribrid had to once again lie on a legal document as her original birthdate hasn't even occurred in this universe yet and the birthdate she and Daphne had in Hogwarts wouldn't work either since that would make them 32 years old.

Hope was the one to shake her head at this as they didn't even remotely look 30 years old since they became immortal as soon as they finished school.

So when Hope applied for their licences she put their birth year as 1993, making both of them 18 for ease of living. The Tribrid handed over her ID and silently hoped that he wouldn't put his foot down as she really didn't want to use her compulsion in a store that had so many cameras pointing towards her.

The clerk hummed and passed it back and bent down to collect the arrowhead the girl requested.

While he was already squatting down, Hope asked him. "Could I also get 12 stainless steel, 3 pronged arrowheads as well please?"

"Sure. Do you need anything else while I'm down here?"

"No thanks. I believe that is everything. My friend will have all the other gear." Hope answered politely as she waited for him.

The man came back up with a single smooth case and opened it in Hope's direction. "As you can probably guess, but your friend's arrowheads are the chunkier ones. I'm going to add in another 2 stainless steel arrowheads for free as the two blank spaces in the case was frustrating me. I'll also toss in the case for free."

Hope nodded along as she could visibly differentiate the two different types of arrowheads. "Thank you."

The clerk pivoted a notepad filled with numbers and notes closer to himself as he dragged a calculator closer as well. He was quickly typing in the numbers for each of the items and writing the total cost for each specified item before taking all of those numbers and adding them together.

"Right. The total for the bow, the two quivers, 48 aluminium arrows, 36 military-grade, armour-piercing titanium arrowheads and 12 stainless steel, 3 pronged arrowheads come to a total of $2,106.49." The man says with a questioning glance.

Hope's eyes widened a little but Daphne's set did cost roughly about $600 and she had a feeling the military-grade arrowheads probably do cost more than Daphne's. Looking down she noticed Allison's arrowheads cost nearly double the amount of Daphne's. So the price that was given to her was most likely accurate as Hope nearly forgot to add the inflation of 15 years from when she brought her wife's archery set.

Since Hope's wallet was still in her hand from earlier she pulled out her Goblin-made credit card and inserted it into the bottom of the machine. Hope typed in her security code and waited for the approved tick on the machine before pulling out the card. Hope slid the card back into its slot and replaced her wallet back into her pocket.

The worker blinked once as he saw the approved sign and looked up, casually asking her. "Do you want a receipt?"

Hope shrugged slightly. "Sure."

He printed out a receipt for her and pulled out a large paper bag. He placed the two quivers against the side edges of the bag, the case filled with arrowheads was next and placed at the bottom of the bag before sliding all the arrows in next.

"Unfortunately we don't have a bag large enough for the bow. If any cops ask why you are carrying a weapon, show them the receipt and stay calm. Most New Orleans cops are fairly laid back but there are the odd ones that will pull you aside." The man informed her.

"Thanks." Hope smiled as she lifted the bow of the counter and turned the bow around so the wood was facing towards her as she slotted the bow over her arm and head so the bow was slung over her body with the bowstring sitting snugly between her breasts.

Hope accepted the bag from the worker but he seemed a little hesitant to let go. However with the way he was holding the bag she assumed that the bag was heavier than what he expected that a woman could handle.

"It's okay. I got it." Hope mentioned still keeping her normal pleasantries.

He slowly let go of the bag but kept close to the young woman just in case she needed help but straightened back up once realising she was actually alright with the weight in the bag.

"Right. Sorry about that. Just wanted to make sure you were alright. Have a lovely day." The worker apologised.

Hope smiled at the man's chivalrous nature as she moved towards the exit. "Absolutely no worries. I hope you have a good day."

Hope made one last pitstop in New Orleans before apparating back home and Daphne's lips pulled into a thin amused line as she looked down at the small bags in Hope's other hand not holding the giant paper bag.

"Daph… Leave my obsession for beignets alone. Besides, not all of them are for me." Hope glared knowingly at the blonde who was staring at her with silent judgement in her ice-blue eyes.

"Just for that, you can take the second bag of beignets over to Allison's and share that one with both Allison and Lydia." Hope added as she placed the paper bag flat on the living room table and pulled the bow over her head to place it down gently along with the rest of the archery supplies.

Daphne rolled her eyes but took the proffered bag of savoury sweets before mentally knocking on Allison's mind asking if she could apparate over. Within a few seconds Daphne was gone with a soundless crack.

About 5 minutes later Daphne appeared home with a shrug, asking if Hope wanted any help with etching any runes into the arrows or the quivers. Hope was in mid-bite of her third beignet as she looked up at the blonde.

"Did Chris send you home?" Hope wondered.

"No. Allison did. She and Lydia are heading out to talk to Scott about the symbol since we are remaining silent on the subject." Daphne replied with a pout.

Hope's head lifted up. "Oh yeah. I forgot that there was a party tonight."

Daphne looked a little offended as she despised having things like parties sprung on her without any warning.

"Not that kind of a party, love. It's a birthday party where kids go to celebrate. Except… Most parties from what I remember of this universe usually end up like the Salvatore students held in the woods. Basically it's a bunch of kids playing games, being very loud and having one too many drinks. I don't think it's something you would enjoy but by all means go check it out if you want." Hope mentioned as she wrapped up her remaining beignets for later and placed them on the kitchen counter before cleaning her powdery fingers.

Daphne frowned a little at the description and waited for Hope to come back into the living room. "So is there any dress code?"

Hope stared ahead for a moment before shrugging. "No, not really. Unless the host specifically requests it. What you are wearing now would be fine."

"Why did you hesitate?" Daphne immediately picked up on it.

"In my experience… Most girls would either dress to impress or wear clothing that didn't cover a whole lot of skin as they want to show off… That or I hang out with Lizzie too much that this is the attire I expect for a party…" Hope expanded before thinking back and questioned her own memory.

"Hmm…" Daphne hummed as she turned towards the stairs.

Hope watched her Mate walk up the stairs and sighed quietly as she sat down on the lounge and pulled the bow into her lap. The Tribrid flicked out her wrist and her White Oak wand shot out of the holster and into her hand.

The Mikaelson girl just stared at her wand for a few minutes as she wondered when was the last time she actually wielded the wand in her hand.

It's been a while… Maybe during her N.E.W.T exams was the last time she touched her wand. Hope rarely needed her wand to perform any spells. If at any time the Tribrid needed the additional power boost the wand was readily available but she didn't need it on a daily basis. The only thing her wand was being used for was for enchantments or imbuing runes with sufficient magic to keep them going for years to come.