Being a witch was so complicated, being a harvest girl, even more so. She didn’t think Sidney could quite understand that, and she didn’t know how she would have reacted to the information either. A lot of people had funny ideas about witches being green with warts or crazy ladies that danced naked under the full moon. Davina Claire fit into neither of those stereotypes. She was just a girl who happened to be an extremely powerful witch.
“A fresh start, right.” Davina said, trying to keep the cynicism from her voice. Did people like her get a fresh start? Not with the Mikaelsons here. They were always going to be needing Davina to do something. And she would, for Hope’s sake. She didn’t care much for any Mikaelson other than Kol, and maybe Rebekah. But no innocent baby would be hurt simply because of who she was related to. Not on Davina’s watch.
“I guess I can at least try.” Davina relented. But it was hard to be here, knowing she should have been somewhere else. “Staying busy helps, I guess.” She added after a moment. She was grateful for her job here, even if she’d never really had one before. She didn’t have much time for her drawing lately, maybe if she worked on that, she could be more content here.