𝖥𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖠𝖿𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾

Marjorie, who doesn't even know how to "really" do magic is going to grow so powerful that even the strongest New Orleans witches are terrified enough to have her killed. It doesn't even seem realistic.

"Sophie, look-- I promised Elijah that I would protect the Mikaelson miracle-children whilst he tries to win your witch Davina's loyalty. Why don't you tell me just how extreme this faction is?" Rebekah suggested glancing over at Marjorie who was staring down at her plate trying to take in the information

"Elijah's talking to Davina?" Sophie asked shocked and Rebekah nodded

"Yeah. As we speak, I imagine." Rebekah said and Sophie shook her head

"I'm guessing she'll have plenty to say about that crowd." Sophie said and Klaus raised his brows

"Do tell." Klaus said intrigued

"I...wasn't always an advocate for the witches. My sister was devoted, like our parents, and our upbringing was very strict, which drove me nuts. The minute I turned twenty-one, I left the Quarter to travel...and play. But, I wanted to be a chef, so I came back to Rousseau's. That's when I learned the elders voted to move forward with the harvest." Sophie recalled with a haunted look in her eyes while everyone else in the room looked at each other confused, especially Marjorie who is still getting use to all this

"What the bloody hell is a Harvest?" Rebekah asked

"It's a ritual our coven does every three centuries so that the bond to our ancestral magic is restored. We appease our ancestors, they keep our ancestral power flowing." Sophie answered

"And why haven't I heard of this?" Klaus asked crossing his arms

"Because a Harvest always seemed like a myth. A story, passed on through generations like Noah's ark, or the Buddha walking on water. The kind some people take literally, and some people don't. They had the girls of our community preparing for months. Four would be chosen for the Harvest. They said that it was an honor, that they were special. I thought it was a myth." Sophie shook her head rubbing her face

"Was it?" Rebekah asked and Sophie looked up at them guilty and went to answer before she was interrupted by Klaus' phone

Klaus pulled it out of his pocket and looked down at the phone before smirking and answering the call.

"Marcel. Bit early in the day for you, isn't it? Rather you than me. All that responsibility seems like such a bore. Dead witches in the Bayou. Sounds like less of a problem, and more like a cause for celebration." Klaus smirked and Marjorie noticed how Sophie sat up in alarm. "Oh, why not? Haven't been to the Bayou in ages. I'm on my way."

Klaus hung up the phone and Marjorie smiled at Hayley who just came into the room with a cup of tea, and the pregnant wolf smiled back moving to stand next to Marjorie's seat.

"You can't go out there now. I need to gather the witches' remains and consecrate them. If I don't get to them before sundown, we'll lose the link to their magic." Sophie said concerned and Klaus rolled his eyes

"Those witches tried to kill Marjorie and Hayley. I'd prefer for Marcel's informant not to find anything that would lead him back to us, to Marjorie, to Hayley, or to... you know..." Klaus spoke before pointing to Hayley's stomach. "That."