She wasn’t supposed to be in New Orleans, Louisiana. Her parents haaated New Orleans, but she could never figure out why or get the story out of them, she could only assume it had something to do with when they were vampires and her mother was the valuable doppelganger. Aunt Bonnie and Aunt Caroline would say nothing, but Aunt Caroline would turn a weird shade of pink when asked about it. Uncle Jeremy told her to mind her business and listen to Damon. Mayor Donovan told her she’d be wise to keep her nose clean and stay out of trouble, and that meant no New Orleans. Professor Saltzman wouldn’t tell her anything either, despite her bribing him with booze. So, naturally, being a Salvatore, she was going to do what she wanted, which was go to New Orleans.
Besides, New Orleans couldn’t be that awful. Hope Mikaelson, her former babysitter was from New Orleans.
She had been told their was a bar in town that would block out any and all magic. Which meant when she didn’t check into her hotel in New York when she was supposed to, and her parents had Bonnie track her—and they WOULD—they wouldn’t be able to find her.
With wide eyes and her fake ID, she entered the bar, intending to get a drink. Maybe she’d look up Hope while she was here, reconnect.