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 I've Got a Spell for That, Hayley/Klaus
Willow Rosenberg
 Posted: Jan 2, 2018 | 12:11 am
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Setting her phone to charge almost as soon as she set foot inside Giles' apartment had likely been the best idea she could have had. While she sat with the Watcher and he got her caught up to speed on what she'd missed and what they needed to do, Willow couldn't help but blame herself almost constantly for being away and unreachable for as long as she had. Still grieving Tara and finding the strength to leave Kennedy had lured the redhead into a little bit of a magical vacation and once things didn't hurt so badly anymore, it was easy to find excuses for yourself not to have to leave and go back to where things did hurt. But in the end, that was selfish and now Willow was 1000% on board with making up for lost time.

Even when her phone came up with over a hundred missed calls, voicemails, text messages etc.

Clearing this out was going to be... daunting.

Pulling open the voicemails, Willow was able to screen through quite a few of them that were Giles trying to get her involved in what they'd just spent the better part of an hour discussing. He wouldn't 'discuss' any of it over the phone so she didn't feel guilty deleting them as she went. A familiar voice that she definitely had not been expecting to come out of her phone made her grow very still as she listened.

"Hey Will... There's this girl who's going to be calling for your help, I gave her your info. She's good people. Told her you're great. Talk to you later."

Oz was never one to leave voicemails really, so the fact that he'd called and felt it important enough to do so really caught Willow's attention. Skipping ahead, she found the message from a very unfamiliar female voice asking for a return call. She sounded... desperate wasn't quite the word for it, but hopeful, tired. Checking the date with a sinking feeling in her chest, Willow almost cried when she saw that the message was only a few days old, just under a week. Not wonderful, but she hoped she'd still be able to be of help.

The return phone call was a quick one, the agreement to meet up in person and a very brief overview of what she was walking into, Willow was happy to teleport right away. There were some acute belly-rumblings at the thought that she'd just gotten here with Giles and Buffy where they had a very clear and true problem that needed fixing, but there wasn't an auto fix for this. Buffy and by proxy Anya needed to be eased out of the world they were trapped in, and for that Willow had a little bit of a plan. Maybe just maybe these two things were presented to her at the same time for a reason. There was the smallest chance that solving the problem in New Orleans was going to help out their Hellbound problem.

At least a witch could dream, couldn't she?

It was that hope that Willow clung to as she teleported herself out of New York and down South. As she hit the boundaries of the address she'd been given, a beautiful plantation house, Willow could feel the crackle of magic deep in the roots of this place. There was a lot going on on this property metaphysically, and had been for a very long time.

Taking a deep breath to ground herself, double check her personal wards and remind herself that she was a walking badass, Willow hiked it the rest of the way up the driveway. It seemed a little rude to just appear on the front porch, at least give someone who might be waiting a chance to get themselves together if they noticed her. It wasn't as though the occupants of the house had had much warning after nearly a week's worth of waiting. But now that she was back, Willow didn't want to waste any more time. Brushing out and straightening her skirts, Willow reached up and used the very ornate knocker on the front door.

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Niklaus Mikaelson
 Posted: Jan 2, 2018 | 12:40 pm
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Klaus was in a sour mood. Every where he turned, he was reaching with varying degrees of failure. Marcel was still in the position of the Prince of New Orleans, and it was becoming more and more clear that he would not be able to rely on any other member of his blood to change that reality. He was used to being on his own when it came to formulating plans, but rarely was he ever so abandoned by his siblings that he could not count on even using them in his own private machinations. When it came to Marcel, Klaus refused to include Hayley in the overall scheme. It had been risky enough bringing her to Marcel's ball, but it had been necessary to show his full intentions to stand by Hayley's side, even in light of Marcel's harsh anti-werewolf laws. Of course, now Klaus knew exactly who Hayley was...

And he had to think about the baby... The hitherto unnamed child that was on their horizon. If Klaus could sleep, he would be kept up with his worry for her. For them, really... the baby and Hayley. He did not like the idea that they were being held hostage by a coven of witches with a vendetta. He did not like being leashed. He did not like the idea of Hayley being leashed. What made it worse was that the only way he didn't feel ready to pop from paranoia was if Hayley did not leave the house, and he knew that she hated it. He was willing to be that monster, though. If it kept her safe, and if it kept their baby safe, he could handle being hated. It was not a new state of living for him.

What did not help was the failure of anyone (witch, warlock, or otherwise) to step forward and help him. Every magic user he could get in contact with had refused to help, if they even returned his calls at all. It seemed that his reputation proceeded him, and this time it was working against him. There was nothing he could offer anyone that would make this a worthwhile risk. Klaus had a lot of enemies, and all of them would be breathing down the neck of anyone helped him and his. To many people it was just not worth it, even for the sake of Hayley... even for the sake of an unborn child. Klaus did not know if he could blame them. He had broken more necks than he had saved, but that only served to make him more restless.

The restlessness was double (or maybe it was tripled at this point) when Hayley told him that they were expecting company, but did not have time to tell him who the company was going to be. He wanted to trust her when she said someone was coming over. He knew that she would never invite someone over if it put the family at risk, but Klaus was a beast that did not like surprises. The less he knew, the worse he was. When the knock came at the door, then, he was not too proud to use his hybrid speed to get to the door and open it widely.

He was usually hesitant to pass instant judgment on people when he met them. He refused to be surprised by someone, and that meant not taking someone based on appearances. He could feel the skepticism bubble up, though. Granola... she looked like a little white witch. He schooled his features. Hayley hadn't said anything about their visitor being a witch, but he knew them when he saw them. Maybe it was his mother's blood but he could get a resonance from them when they were in the same room. Their blood also had a certain smell, and there was no hiding it from this little woman. Despite his reservation, Klaus' face was the perfect, predator, tight lipped smile. These days, when it came to witches, he was done playing nice. If they could fling spells at him without warning, why shouldn't he let the Beast be close to the surface. He couldn't help it. Still, he would be cordial. It was the one thing Hayley had asked for...

He leaned against the door frame, casually blocking the entry in case of any last minute surprises. For all he knew, this wasn't the person that Hayley had invited over, and this was just a well timed invasion. “Oh, hello,” he said, his tone both inviting and warning all at once. It was a tone he had mastered in his thousand or so years of life. “One moment...” and he called back into the house. “Hayley, did you order Girl Scout cookies?”

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Hayley Marshall
 Posted: Jan 3, 2018 | 9:27 pm
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There comes a point where Hayley needed to take things into her control and do it herself. And today, the thing that needed fixing was this entire curse situation. Klaus, bless him, had been doing his best to try and find a witch or warlock unconnected to the whole thing to try and break the spell and he’d come up completely empty handed. No one wanted to help her, which was rather par for the course. And she couldn’t honestly hold it against anyone for not wanting to help out a Mikaelson, especially the hybrid one. But the thing that genuinely pissed her off was that every single person had refused to help her unborn baby.

What kind of monster wouldn’t help a pregnant woman and her baby?

There was a serious moral decay in the crescent city and as far as she was concerned either Klaus was only asking the dredges of human decency or everyone had become heartless monsters. So partly in the hopes that there were still good people in the world and partly because she hated being idle, Hayley decided to take things into her own hands. And her first thought was trying to ask around her werewolf contacts to see if someone, anyone had an idea. She started with Kieran, who led her to Oz. And it was Oz who told her to contact Willow after a long and emotional phone call with the zen musician.

She tried not to let her hormones overcome her when she left her message, and for a few days she tore herself apart as to whether or not she was overly emotional or weirdly not genuine enough. It was mind numbing waiting for a call back, to the point where she refused to say anything to Klaus until she had finally heard back from her recommended witch friend. The conversation was difficult to balance between too much and not enough information. In the end she settled on some bare basics. That she was cursed and it put not only herself but her unborn child in danger. And thankfully that seemed to be enough. She never said the nature of the curse, nor the identity of the father of her child. And while she felt a little bad about it, maybe it was why she actually wanted to help? Maybe not letting anyone know about her connection to the Mikaelsons was what she needed to do to get empathy? So after giving their address, Hayley went about her day.

It’s why when the knock resounded through the house, Hayley yelped and nearly fell off her chair. She had been getting ready for the day, putting on the gentlest amount of makeup to help a feeling of normalcy come back to her life. She wasn’t connected to another person anymore, and despite a night on the town for Mardi Gras she still wasn’t truly allowed to wander the city on her own. So having something like a skincare and makeup routine helped that sense of everything being alright. And it was directly in the middle of her new routine when suddenly Klaus was shouting up the stairs about cookies?

Throwing on a cardigan, Hayley padded out of the room and down the stairs at a light jog. Or at least as quickly as she could manage with the barely there bump that peaked out from beneath her tank top. Her left hand rested against the side of her belly, brows furrowed as she peered around the corner. ”Girl Scout cookies?” Hayley queried before her face brightened at the sight of a mop of red hair. ”Oh! Willow! You made it! Come on in!” Immediately the werewolf wound around her hybrid, offering her hand and helping to lead Willow inside and into the parlor with it’s plush couches and wide open windows leading out into the orchards. She had taken to leaving them open in the mornings so the whole house smelled like apples and sunshine and with the fans it seemed to keep the heat at bay. At least a little bit.

Once she led Willow to a seat, Hayley zipped into the kitchen to grab a couple of tall glasses filled with ice and a pitcher of sweet tea. Pouring some for the pair of them, Hayley settled into the couch and waiting for Klaus to inevitably settle in beside her. She knew she had a lot to explain to both of them and sooner seemed better than later. ”Klaus this is Willow Rosenberg; she’s Oz’s ex girlfriend. He suggested her to me to break the Curse. Willow this is Klaus Mikaelson. We’ve been desperate to try and help our baby. No one else would help us…” Looking between the pair of them, Hayley wound her fingers together anxiously. ”There was another curse beforehand… it nearly killed our baby. I can’t handle another scare like that again. Please. I’m not a woman who begs but… We need your help. Desperately.”





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Willow Rosenberg
 Posted: Jan 10, 2018 | 11:50 pm
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Though trying to expect everything while not expecting anything, Willow had to admit that the door opening barely seconds after she'd removed her fingers from the knocker was a surprise. Green eyes widened almost owlishly, her hand still half poised on its decent from the knocker. A small squeak of surprise passed her lips as she blinked at the man standing before her. Willow wasn't an expert, but living most of her life as 'pray' made it very easy to spot a full blown 'predator' when confronted with one directly. She barely had a chance to return the man's hello when he turned back to yell into the house.

Was this the boyfriend? It was a very hetronormative assumption to make, but think horses not zebras after all. Still, even when she could still be caught by surprise, Willow tended to be able to bounce back pretty quickly from them if given a second,

"You're still about a month short, sadly, but if you're interested I think I've got some contacts when February rolls around." Despite their Christian leaning, Ira Rosenberg's daughter had fought tooth and nail to be able to wear one of those sashes when she was younger, eventually winning at least a year when she sighted just how good community service based extracurriculars would look on collage applications (not to mention her father's sweet tooth had been on her side the whole time); besides at least they weren't the Boy Scouts. In truth, Willow wasn't stupid, she knew a jab when she heard one and was able to just keep that pleasantly blank smile on her lips. If it was one thing she would always try to use to her advantage, it was even the slightest second's underestimation.

The sound of padding feet drew her attention and Willow looked passed the man before her and into the house. A young woman with dark hair came hurrying down the stairs and Willow's smile softened and it wasn't until then that it was obvious the blankness of her last expression.

"You must be Haley! I really want to apologize for making you wait so long to return your call," honesty was the best policy and the girl was already at least indoctrinated into the ookie spookies considering she was a werewolf, "I was on another plane of existence, and they don't make cell plans yet that can pierce dimensional walls."

Mental note: put that on the pet project list.

Happily taking the young woman's hand and allowing herself to be led into the parlor, Willow crushed the childish part in herself that made her almost want to stick her tongue out at the overly serious man she stepped passed, because he was more than likely going to rip it out of her head if she tried. The scent of fresh air and apples was lovely, as was the very faint but very distinct zing of magic that permeated the air. Willow sat down in chair offered to her and slowly came to the realization that she'd arrived. She was someone powerful enough to be called in to help people she'd never even met. This was... a humbling experience.

"You don't have to go through any trouble for me." Willow called to Haley's rapidly disappearing back, but realized quickly that there was little she could do, so she let the woman fuss a bit. As a chronic fusser, Willow could sympathize. Accepting her tea gratefully, Willow sipped it as Haley spoke, giving her just a touch more information than she'd had previously.

"Mikaelson." her tone was neutral when she said it, but the name wasn't unknown to her. The youngest, Klaus, the man who sat before her, was a hybrid, a vampire werewolf, that by itself was very interesting. As was the way that he hovered protectively over Haley. So she'd guessed it in one, she was looking at both mommy and daddy of their littlest magic baby. Setting her drink down on a coaster, Willow rubbed her hands together, refusing to let this poor woman twist in the wind for even another second. There was no judgement in her tone, nothing that sounded disapproving or angry at all at being asked. People, vampires, Hybrids, werewolves... Everyone could change. The last thing she was going to do was spit in the face of someone who'd done a lot of bad, who was looking to protect something good.

"Of course. Pretty much the only way I wasn't going to help you after you opened that door was if your curse was like 'it won't let us sacrifice our baby to a goat demon after it's born', I don't do that. Speaking of, what kind of curse are we talking here? Something specific, or your general 'muahahaha' evil laugh kind of curse? And who is just wandering around cursing mommies and their magic babies?! It was cultists, wasn't it?" While she hadn't been there for that part, Willow remembered the stories of the vampire cult that decided that Darla was their new Slutty Mary when she was pregnant with Conner, so that was just an easy assumption to jump to. Cults tended to be a lot of bad news all around. Climbing to her feet, Willow walked over toward one of the open windows that overlooked the plantation, hand raised and feeling for a boundary for that zing of magic.

"While we're at it, how are the wards around this house? If those need a little fine-tuning I'm happy to take care of it while I'm here."

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 Posted: Jan 26, 2018 | 10:15 pm
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For one, hopeful moment, Klaus wanted Hayley to tell him that she had no idea who the woman on their front step was, and that he was within every right to rip out her throat and keep it in cold storage as a snack for later. Her confusion in that first moment at looking at the strange redhead had a smile inching across his features. He had every intention at turning it bright and malicious toward the woman, but they Hayley just had[i] to know her name, and even smile at her, and the deal was off. The entire dream turned to dust when Hayley invited her in with welcome anticipation.

He watched the two women move from the front door and into one of the side parlors, and that half smile not knowing what to do with itself, so it wilted into a kind of half grimace that had become the default whenever he was dissatisfied. He shut the door behind them, and made sure to lock it. He normally did not bother with that kind of thing when he was home, since he, himself, was a walking machine, but he was feeling a little rattled. A locked door meant little against the wide open windows of the parlor, of course, but it made him feel good. A stranger was in his territory, and the only reason why he was not being more active about getting her out was because he trusted Hayley. But, by Hell, if she said one word against this “Willow” person...

He did have to say, there was something that he enjoyed Hayley as a host. Watching her move around the house like it was her house, like she finally considered it [i]her home, was a joy in his black heart. He didn't sit as she moved from the parlor and to the kitchen, and he heard her gathering things for sweet tea, like she knew every nook and cranny of this place. Of course, that did not keep him from watching Willow, as if he could judge the nature of her intentions purely from the way she sat or breathed. Leaning against the doorway, he had a perfect vantage point of the young woman, and was not shy about letting her know just how closely he was keeping an eye on her.

The only thing that made his shoulders relax, even a little bit, was Hayley's return. He moved in next to her as she settled down on the couch. A part of him knew what it would look like to a possibly mortal woman if he sat too closely to Hayley. Another part of him did not care, and that Hayley might even find it endearing if he were to mark his scent. That was what love did to him, though... The old Klaus might had done just that: overprotective, possessive, grating, and not caring. He resisted, though. This was Hayley's guest. He sat down next to Hayley, and wrapped the arm closest to her around her, and the other free hand went on her knee. As Hayley explained the situation, he watched every minute expression on Willow's face.

What he found surprised him. He found a complete lack of judgment. The neutral expression on her face was one that he expected to find forced, not real. His name proceeded him. It was probably why, he guessed, Hayley had not told her it before she had gotten to the house. There was no doubt it was a surprise, and there was no doubt that she knew it, but she was... accepting? Was that even a word that could be applied to Mikaelson matters? His gaze narrowed at Willow, as if he was expecting the moment to pass, and the opinions to come. Instead, she started talking about how to help them.

Willow Rosenberg... He had been too busy trying to find something to get upset about to really let the name register. If Hayley trusted her, and to have her vetted through someone that Hayley trusted, should have been enough for him. He had been so busy trying to find something wrong, though, that it was only then that the name registered. Willow, the woman with the power to change the world. To change Destiny. That was what people said about her. Even without traveling in witch circles, he knew the name. Everyone knew the name. Had he known that Hayley had been only a few steps removed from one of the most powerful witches in the world, he would not have tried to go through his own, reputation ruined connections.

He wondered if the look he passed Hayley held enough of his temporary shame in it for her to notice. It would be a feeling that passed quickly as the witch spoke. She seemed... relaxed. And so did Hayley. “Which curse are we referring to now? The one that keeps you bound to the city? Or the one that curses your bloodline that forces them to remain in their wolf form?” If they were lucky, mentioning both would incline Willow to help them with both...

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