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New Orleans Hockey Stadium: 2031
19 year old Hope Mikaelson enters the New Orleans Stadium. She's been a rookie for a couple of months and glances around the stadium. It's chilly and the building feels almost empty. She hasn't been back in the stadium since her father Klaus passed away.
Turning her head to the left, she spots the team that her team: The New Orleans Tides are playing. The Mystic Falls Wolverines. One girl in particular catches her attention. Josie Salvatore, daughter of the legendary Stefan Salvatore. Hope adjusts her shirt before crossing over and approaching Josie, who just stepped outside.
"Hey," Hope says
Josie looks over at her, she's about a year younger than Hope is. 18 years old and looks a little bit more nervous than she wants to.
"You talking to me?" Josie asks, looking around
Hope laughs, "Well, yeah." She says, "Who else would I be talking to?"
Josie shrugs as she takes a sip of her water, "I don't know," She tells Hope. "Did you need something?"
"You're Stefan Salvatore's daughter, aren't you?" Hope tells Josie, leaning against the wall
"Yeah, so?" Josie asks, "You're Klaus Mikaelson's daughter, aren't you?"
"Couldn't be prouder to be his daughter," Hope grins,
"I'd bet." Josie says as she stands up, "So, did you need something?"
"Nope." Hope shakes her head, "I just wanted to wish you luck."
"Really?" Josie asks, raising a brow and crossing her arms stubbornly, "You want to wish me luck." She smirks, "Do you know how being rivals work?"
"Oh, I do." Hope nods, "But I think we could be civil. Don't you?"
"I guess we could." Josie nods, tilting her head, "But I guess we'll see where things go."
Hope puts a hand out and Josie looks at her before licking her hand and shaking Hope's hand, smirking. Hope looks horrified.
"Gross!" Hope says as she quickly wipes her hand on her jeans, "What the hell?"
Josie grins and laughs, "Sorry, sorry." She shakes her head, "I had to keep up the rivals act. It's what the media would eat up."