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Davina paid no mind to anything around her, painting the canvas in front of her in bright colours, soft music playing in the background. It was late, but she didn't mind. Davina couldn't sleep anyway and she needed something to keep her mind occupied about the fact she was in an attic and the Witch community was after her. She was so absorbed in her work that she didn't notice Marcel was stood at the doorway.

Marcel watched Davina, affection in his eyes as he smiled. He enjoyed watching her work as she seemed to really adore her art, reminding her of a certain someone. But he knew he needed to interrupt her sooner than later. "I could be condescending and ask why you're not in bed, young lady," Marcel said, a playful smirk on his face. He knew how much Davina hated being treated like a child, but he couldn't help himself.

Davina jumped slightly, not expecting Marcel to appear tonight. She turned to him and smiled, "I couldn't sleep," She said simply before turning back to her art. There were nights that she just couldn't sleep and she would spend them drawing. Art soothed her and it was her little escape when things became too much.

Saying nothing, Marcel walked further into the room to look at Davina's artwork. He had been expecting to see a face, but instead, he saw a landscape of fields. "It's impressive," He complimented, hiding his disappointment.

"It's not finished," Davina quipped back.

Marcel watched Davina for a moment, instantly knowing that Davina had no idea about someone using magic in the Quarter, otherwise she would have told him. Davina always told him if someone had used magic and would draw up their faces, just like she had done with Jane-Anne Deveraux. This was how he controlled the Witches in New Orleans and she had never been wrong yet.

"Someone used magic in the Quarter today," Marcel said, after a beat of silence.

Davina immediately stopped drawing, "What?" She turned to look at Marcel, her eyes widened by the news. She thought she had misheard him for a moment, but the serious look in his dark eyes made her realise she hadn't.

Marcel looked at her, "Someone took down three of my guys. Knocked them unconscious and wiped their memories clean. They don't know what or who did it, but it seems like magic." He was hoping that maybe Davina knew something about this. He knew that Davina would always draw who it was, or say a name. But it seemed as though she had no idea about this attack.

"I-I didn't sense anything!" Davina exclaimed, worry in her eyes. Usually, she could feel when someone used magic and she had never been wrong before. She had been helping Marcel keep the Witches under control for months – she was his secret weapon.

Marcel placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her, "Hey, it is okay. Maybe it wasn't a Witch if you didn't sense it," He wasn't even certain it was a Witch, it could have been another Vampire for all he knew. His guys didn't remember what happened but Marcel was certain that magic was involved, one way or another.

Davian slowly calmed down, "Yeah, maybe it was something else. I'll keep an eye out." Davina said, determined to make sure that if it was a Witch using their magic, they would get caught.

"And any news on our guest?" Marcel asked, looking at the coffin a few feet away. Inside contained Elijah's desiccated body that Klaus had gifted him. He had asked Davina to find a way to kill an Original because there was no way he trusted Klaus.

Davina looked at the coffin. "I am still looking. It would be easier if I had a grimoire…" The French Quarter Witches had many grimoire, but she didn't have access to them at the moment. If she did, then Davina was sure that she would find a spell to fight against the Originals. Instead, she had taken to researching out of books, but they weren't yielding many results.

Marcel sighed, "I know. But no Witch is willing to share one. I am looking for one," Davina had been asking him for a grimoire for a while and he had yet to deliver. No Witch was willing to part with their grimoire and had taken to hiding them because he was asking.

"I know," Davina said, turning back to her drawing.

Seeing this as his queue to leave, Marcel left the attic with one last glance at Davina before he was gone.

Once alone, Davina stopped drawing. She looked around the attic, a sense of loneliness filling her. For months she had been hidden away – to keep her safe from the Witches – but she couldn't help but miss some of the younger Witches, the ones that used to be her friend before they were sacrificed for the Harvest.

Klaus strolled into the plantation mansion with a devious smirk on his face. "Darlings, I'm home!" He exclaimed, a slight spring in his step with the news he had. He had spent the day with Marcel, trying to find the creature that had knocked three of Marcel's guys out. Marcel didn't fully trust Klaus, but after Klaus had given his blood to cure one of his lackeys, Marcel has been a bit nicer. However, they couldn't find the creature responsible. It hadn't been a Witch because Marcel's little weapon hadn't sensed anything, but the magic had been involved, that was something Klaus was certain about. He had felt the magic in the air when he and Marcel visited the alley the attack took place, not that Klaus shared this observation with Marcel.

Rebekah appeared in front of him, looking unimpressed. "Have you found Elijah?" She demanded. She had spent her day looking around, trying to remember the location of Elijah's body only to find nothing.

"Better," Klaus answered with ease, the smirk growing bigger as he spoke. "Someone used magic in the Quarter today, and Marcel had no idea." This news has surprised Klaus and had made him extremely curious. Marcel was supposed to have an iron tight grip on New Orleans, but that had slipped slightly and so Marcel was not happy. Whatever made Marcel unhappy, made Klaus very happy.

Rebekah crossed her arms over her chest, "And how does that bloody help us?"

Klaus rolled his eyes at his sister's attitude and lack of vision. "Marcel didn't know, which means that person can use magic. This means, we can use them to find Elijah," They knew exactly who Marcel's secret weapon was – a Witch. But Klaus couldn't get any Witch to use magic because they were too fearful of getting caught. But, if they had someone who couldn't be detected, then they could find Elijah.

"How can we even be certain it was magic that was used?" Rebekah asked, still not convinced with this idea. She had heard about the attack, and if Davina hadn't been able to sense any magic, it was a possibility that the attacker hadn't used magic at all. They could have been a Vampire or even a Werewolf. Klaus had demanded to know if it had been her who attacked the three Vampires, but Rebekah had adamantly denied the accusations. She had made her entrance into New Orleans and she didn't need to draw any more unnecessary attention onto herself when she was supposedly babysitting Hayley.

Rolling his eyes, Klaus walked over to his sister, "Because, the creature that used magic was a Fae." The Fae had not been sighted in over 800 years and most thought them to be extinct, so to sense a Fae in such a large city was an exciting prospect. Klaus had to find that Fae before anyone else did.

Rebekah's eyes brightened at the news that they found a way to help Elijah. "We need to find them, now."

"We will, love. We will." Klaus answered, a calculating gleam in his eyes.

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