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Penélope Gilbert PoV.
It was a rather quiet day for me, it was as if Christmas made the dark wizards friendly, susceptible to leaving differences with those who call themselves good guys, like me. He was a consecrated author, he hadn't taken a year since leaving hogwarts to get the job, all the time perfectly spent studying, trained, receiving all the support from Aunt Elena and Damon.
I wrote the report of the last mission noting the small scar on my hand, the story about it always got more exaggerated every time it was passed, Christmas always brought back memories, year after year. Everything I wanted when I changed my last name was happening, without pressure, without reputation besides being the best at what I do, I was always good at hostile spells, but something was missing. I kept writing.
- Excuse me, I have a dark wizard to report. - The door opened, then the knock came.
- You can sit there. - I pointed to the chair in front of me, paying attention to what I was writing about the criminal who attacked a Quidditch game, and it reminded me of someone. A redheaded player. - You can talk, I hear you.
There was always another one with weak, irrelevant, or lying information. I didn't pay much attention, unless the story got some attention.
- Do you like Christmas Miss Gilbert? - Asked the man, I knew he was already sitting in front of me, I continued the work paying even less attention.
- Get to the point, please. If there's someone dangerous, show me where. - I went straight. The most important part of my pathetic life was this work, even though those parts irritated me.
- My daughter has been sad every Christmas for years, maybe she could capture the evil witch who broke her heart. - The man says, leaving me slightly confused, and nervous.
I dropped the pen, lacing my fingers together looking at the half-blond man in his forties, at a wizard, with familiar features. I swallowed. He had those eyes, that hint of a demon in his eyes.
- Klaus Mikaelson, the living legend. - I jokingly announced. "Did you come to tell me I just broke Hope's heart?"
- I could kill her for less, Gilbert. - Mikaelson threatened, that family would always torment me. - It's a joke, what's up, no humor? I'm here to invite you.
- I have work to do.
- "let Christmas lights until January for you", do that instead of spending potential picking up guys that any amateur would get. Come over to my place, Hope will be there, I guarantee she wants to see you.
Klaus invited, even if he would take my head off if I didn't go, he wasn't the most subtle of men. When I left the room I closed the report, reading the address on the paper left on my desk.
Hope Mikaelson, after all that time wanted to see me, otherwise Klaus would not have gone to my job for that. I called Uncle Damon, saying that I would not be going to Christmas that day, it was the second that Katherine and Stefan had returned to participate, I had arrived there, in the part of my life where I was mature enough to live directly with Katherine without succumbing, and ready to go to the Mikaelson mansion, in addition to keeping Jade very close in my life, she was the godmother of her little Carol, Taylor was also very close, even though I couldn't stand the Mikaelson she had married.
- I said our guest would come. - Klaus announced. - Come in, please.
- Penelope? - Taylor asked coming to hug me. - Why are you here?
- Klaus invited me. - I explained swallowing, I wasn't seeing Hope anywhere in that giant room. - Do you spend Christmas with them now?
- Yes, Isaac comes here every year, it's great to see you after all this time, Penny. Taylor smiled.
- I heard stories about you. - An extremely beautiful blonde came to talk to me. - Penélope Gilbert, bad student, great auror.
- Camille, isn't it? The therapist, I also heard stories about you, a long time ago. - I smiled, extending my hand to the human.
- I'm sorry that Klaus was not more pleasant earlier today, it's a pleasure to have you here. - Camille continued to be kind.
- I'm sorry, I'm already going to mom ... - Hope appeared on the stairs, I turned my gaze to where the voice came immediately. A smile wanted to form, but the surprise made me just stand there with my mouth open. - I ... I won't ... anymore. Hi - The redhead says all bewildered.
- Hi - I answered with a racing heart, after all that time she was still the only one who did that to me.
I smiled softly at the wolf, who reciprocated, I couldn't help noticing that her smile was as beautiful as ever, lowering her two front teeth, it was her charm, the look however became even more intense, her body seemed to remain impeccable, it was wearing green, which valued her strongly. In a second of exchanging glances, everything I felt for her at the time from school, and even then, he attacked me hard.
My problem was just how much I couldn't stand Isaac at all, because Camille was a very nice person, Taylor was known to me, and Klaus was an older version of Hope, the wolf was quieter than she should have been, looking at me a little.
We had dinner, and then we went to the living room, still in a fervent conversation. I went to sit in one place, and Taylor disapproved with her eyes, pointing to where she had a mistletoe. I was still the same snake that still liked power, it was acidic, but it was there, sitting on the Mikaelson sofa wondering if I could exchange other words with Hope.
- So, Isaac and I are going to sleep, suddenly we got so much sleep, right? - Taylor seemed to be threatening Mikaelson, who looked confused.
- There are eight ... - He tried to contest.
- Let's go to sleep, Isaac. Taylor started to drag the blond ladder up.
- Why don't we take advantage and do the same? Camille suggested to Klaus, who looked at her reprovingly.
- You couldn't be more pathetic making these excuses, if you break my daughter's heart again ... - Klaus started the threat. - Okay, let's go to sleep. - He gave up when he saw Camille almost advancing. Both walked quickly out of the room, leaving me in that internal panic of not being able to say anything to the redhead.
Hope left where she was, sitting across from me on the couch, pulling on her jacket sleeve revealing the old wolf bracelet. I showed my wrist too, with the snake.
- I thought I would never have the courage to talk to you again. - I admitted. - I was so scared, I wrote you a million times.
- I thought I forgot after that letter and left without saying goodbye to me. - Hope revealed a little melancholy, looking away.
- The letter was exactly the opposite, I only sent it because when I went to say goodbye, you saw me, and started to cry and I couldn't hurt you anymore.
- I cried, I couldn't see you, and I couldn't stand telling you that I was sorry.
- I still feel, I still feel everything for you, after all these years. When I saw you there, stopping on the stairs, my heart accelerated as it did when we were at Hogwarts, I never managed to leave you in the past. - I started talking. - I found a way to be honest with myself.
- And what conclusion did you reach? Hope asks with those eyes, melting my heart.
- That I was stupid not to hold your no that day, but your father said you are sad every Christmas, so you still feel something for me. I should have done this a long time ago, since I jumped into that lake when your necklace was thrown there, or when I almost got kicked out for beating that girl who messed with you, or long before, when I knew I was terribly in love for you. I can do this now.
I held out my hand to Hope, just as she had the day I screwed up.
Hope, unlike me, holds it.
- Do you think it will be as it was before? Hope asked, sketching the same fear I had.
- Wait ... - I stole a kiss from Hope, who left in the next instant.
- We need a mistletoe. - Alerted. Making me smile widely.
- Look up. - I did. Taylor had helped me choose the strategic place. Finally, I kissed Hope when she looked down.
Kissing was like riding a bicycle, you always know without even practicing. I held on to the back of his neck, not wanting any kiss, it was engaging, loving, and our word, intense. Besides, it was also calm, my life was always hectic, it always was, Hope was the quiet spot. I gave some pecks before I left.
- I think it will be much better, because now I want to scream from the roof, without fear, that I love Hope Mikaelson. - I made sure that every organism that breathed knew that Hope was my love. That our Christmas lights would never be extinguished.
- I made tea with peach, do you want? - I smiled again, it was being impossible not to smile at how happy I was.
- That's your way of saying you love me again. It's beautiful.
- Or do you want to believe that this is my way of saying that I love you because I didn't say that? - Said the redhead, imitating the profession of the stepmother. - I can say, I love you Penelope Gilbert.