“Where have you been?” Penelope asked sleepily when Hope opened the door.
Hope smiled at the witch all curled up in her bed, eyes closed in the late morning sun. “Showering.”
Penelope smiled. “Without me?”
Hope sat on the edge of the bed wordlessly, fingers running through Penelope’s hair.
“Did you hear me?” Penelope asked, lifting her head. “I said ‘Without me?’”
“Next time,” Hope promised. She pulled Penelope’s head into her lap and smiled softly down at her. Penelope took her hand, holding tight and ignoring the way Hope's wet hair dripped on her. She didn’t ask what was wrong, and Hope was very grateful for that.
“Cuddle with me?” Penelope asked.
“Of course.”
“But only if you’re the little spoon.”
Hope considered it for a minute. “You’re lucky I love you.”
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Into Thin Air
FanfictionAfter witnessing an old friend vanish, Hope Mikaelson becomes obsessed with finding out what happened to her, even when no one else at the Salvatore School seems to remember her ever existing. With the help of an unlikely ally or two, Hope will unco...
