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The streets of New Orleans were just as Hope had remembered them, busy and crowded with tourists- the exact opposite of what she had gotten used to at Mystic Falls.
While everything looked the same as it had the last time she visited there was this strange feeling as she walked down the familiar area. In a way it was foreign for Hope to be moving down the French Quarter all on her own, all of the tourists around her doing nothing to make her feel any less lonely.
Quite the opposite actually, the endless chatter made her isolation appear so much more real.
One of her hands remained clenched around her bag as she noticed a group of vampires not too far away from where she was, their daylight rings making her uncomfortable.
The youngest Mikaelson had been taught from young age to blend into the crowds, because standing out would only draw attention and make her look like an easy target.
While the tribrid was far from an easy target to any vampire it probably wouldn't be a best idea to display any of her abilities unless it needed to be done. If she remembered anything about the New Orleans witch comunity it was their lack of trust in outsiders.
Meaning Hope would be forced to remain mysterious enough not to draw unwanted attention, while being open enough about her intentions to get any help from the witches.
During her bus ride Hope considered reaching out to aunt Davina, her uncle's fiance. The older witch had never hesitated to help Hope with anything the young tribrid needed, and her knowledge of magic only grew under Kol's ocasional tutoring.
Once again Hope had to remind herself that it could prove to be risky, Davina Claire had been paranoid enough- just like any future Mikaelson should be, neither her or Kol would be happy if a random witch showed up on their doorstep asking for help with dark magic.
With a shake of her head Hope continued moving towards a nearby motel, a brief glance to her watch made her aware it was almost 1 AM, though one wouldn't be able to tell how late it was with all the people and loud music.
After getting to the motel Hope had been forced to use a credit card given to her by her mother before she died- the tribrid's hidden cash not nearly enough for her to afford staying anywhere near the French Quarter.
The manager looked at her strangely but luckily chose not to comment, accepting the card with a grimace. She must have made quite the sight, an alone eighteen year old girl, dressed in the clothes she had been wearing for about a week, paying for a single room at a place that charged their rooms by an hour.
She probably looked like a runaway kid that had stolen her parents' credit card and ran off to party.
A relieved smile appeared on her face as she was handed the room keys, the man behind the counter wishing her a good night before she left.
It didn't take her long to find her room and the smell of sweat and cigarette smoke was enough to make her reconsider if the price had been worth it.
She quickly came to the answer that yes it was worth it.
While there were certainly nicer places around Hope was basically just a kid, with no ID and a credit card that wasn't in her name- luxury could not be a priority.
She placed her bag on the bed and pulled out a simple blank notebook and a pen, kicking of her knee lenght boots as she made herself comfortable.
With a sigh she started writing down all of the magic shops and tourist locations that came to mind, a plan forming in her mind.
She would wake up early in the morning tomorrow and then visit the shops, introducing herself as a young witch from the gemini coven- if anyone asked.
Hope knew just enough about the nearly extinct coven that she should hopefully be able to pass off as one of them, and their publicity should grant her the trust (or at least remove any suspicion) with the older and more knowing witches.