It was morning time and Ophelia was walking through the Quarter when she saw a boy that looked to be only a couple years younger than her walking through. He picked up an apple and began to walk away without paying for it. The man in charge of the fruit stand was about to stop him, but was stopped when the boy used his magic cause all of the apples to fall.

As he went to take a bite of the apple, Ophelia used her magic to cause it to be thrown in her direction. She quickly caught it and the boy immediately turned his head to look at her with wide eyes. She smiled at him, taking a bit out of the apple as she walked over to where he stood, the boy still looking shocked. It seemed as though he wasn't just shocked at what she had done, but she didn't want to mention it just yet.

"You know," Ophelia spoke up, sighing out as she took yet another bite of the apple, "It's not nice to steal. That man worked hard to be able to afford that fruit stand."

"You're the one who's eating the apple that hasn't been paid for," The boy commented and Ophelia noticed that he had a British accent as he spoke to her.

"Touche," Ophelia replied, chuckling softly, "Now tell me, what might be the name of the thief standing before me?"

"Kaleb Westphall," He introduced Ophelia confidently, "And what might the name of the beautiful witch standing before me before me be?"

"Who said I was a witch?" Ophelia questioned the boy playfully, taking a bite of the apple before holding her hand out for Kaleb to shake, "The name's Ophelia Rose."

"Ah," Kaleb replied, shaking Ophelia's hand, "I should've known. You're the queen of New Orleans, every supernatural creature knows that."

Ophelia pulled her hand away from Kaleb, avoiding eye contact with him as she shook her head, "I'm not much of a queen anymore," She admitted quietly. She sighed, turning her head to look at Kaleb once more, "I have to go, Kaleb. But maybe we'll be able to finish this conversation another time."

Before Kaleb could even suggest that she give him her number, Ophelia had rushed off without saying another word to him.

The female tribrid arrived at the compound to hear the bath running in one of the first floor's bathrooms. She walked through the courtyard, looking down to see bloody pawprints of a wolf. She turned her head as her eyes scanned where the prints lead to, only to see the dead body of a woman covered in blood as it laid on the floor. She walked closer to the body to see the bloody paw prints continued on. She sighed, shaking her head when she saw the prints soon lead into the footprints of a human.

Ophelia stepped over the dead body and walked into the bathroom to find Hayley laying in the bath. A dead body of yet another witch leaned against the doorway Ophelia was standing in.

"What, come to check up me?" Hayley questioned her friend, not even bothering to turn to her, "I guess it's already noon then. That's the usual time you check up on me every day."

"You've had an eventful night, I see," Ophelia commented, gesturing down to the dead body at her feet.

"Well, I was having a crappy day..." Hayley began to explain to her, "So Klaus took me the Cauldron," She paused, turning to face Ophelia with a smile on her face, "What do you know, we ran into some witches."

"So do you want me to want me to remove your..." Ophelia trailed off, a disgusted look on her face as she used the boot she wearing to lightly kick the dead body of the witch before she looked back over at Hayley, "Leftovers?"

Ophelia sighed, stepping over the dead body to enter the bathroom, one that used to be hers when she shared a room with Marcel in the past. It pained her a bit to see the furniture and the bath inside stained with blood.

Without a care in the world, Hayley placed her hands on the sides of the tub before pushing herself up. She turned to face Ophelia, suds covering parts of her naked body.

Ophelia rolled her eyes at Hayley's actions and turned away from her to fetch a towel. Once doing so, she turned to face Hayley once more, tossing her the clean white towel.

Hayley caught the towel and began to wrap it around her bare body, "Oh, don't give me that look, Ophelia. You're the only one in this house that isn't allowed to judge me. What I did is no worse than anything Klaus has done."

Ophelia scoffed loudly, giving Hayley a look of disbelief, "Hayley, in no way should you compare yourself to Klaus."

"I'm a hybrid now. And just like you told everyone when you turned, I have a werewolf temper to go with my new appetite," She paused, gesturing down to the dead body the witch in the doorway, "And the witches that tried to kill my baby and my best friend, they're worth more than food. Excuse me."

With that, Hayley walked out of the bathroom, causing Ophelia to sigh in defeat.

Elijah and Ophelia stood beside young Marcel as he played the piano. Ophelia and Elijah had been working closely together to teach the boy what he should've learned at his age, but wasn't able to before meeting them because he was a slave.

Klaus was upset while this was happening. He felt as though Elijah didn't just take his ward, but also his lover.

Marcel sighed in defeat as he messed up the song Ophelia and Elijah were trying to get him to play, "Ugh. I can't do it." He told the two adults.

Ophelia smiled, shaking her head as she placed a hand on Marcel's shoulder, "I could have sworn you had said the same thing of your reading, Marcellus," She commented, sharing a glance with Elijah before looking back at Marcel, "Now, look at you. You excel in everything from sonnets to scripture. So please, devote yourself to music why don't you."

"And soon enough, you should be as great as Johann Sebastian Bach." Elijah spoke up, adding into Ophelia's comment.

"But I want to play like Ophelia," Marcel replied, all three of them knowing that Ophelia was the master at playing the piano. And when she did play, it was the most beautiful sound to listen to.

"And soon you shall," Ophelia told Marcel, smiling down at him.

Ophelia rolled her eyes when she heard someone, whom she knew was Klaus, sarcastically clapping. The group turned their head to see Klaus entering as he clapped, "Well, isn't this nice?" He spoke up, slurring a bit as he spoke, "My lover, my older brother, and my ward...as thick as thieves."

Elijah sighed, placing a hand on Marcel's shoulder, "We should continue another time," He told Marcel in a hushed tone, "Why don't you resume your Hamlet? Act one, scene three today. Off you go."

Marcel nodded, standing up from his seat before walking past Klaus to leave. Ophelia turned to Klaus, giving him a sarcastic look, "Congratulations, Klaus, drunk before noon," She commented, "I think that's a new record for you."

Klaus walked closer to where Elijah and Ophelia stood beside each other, "Only to remedy...the lifeless monotony that has overcome this household," He replied before turning to look at his elder brother, "You know Rebekah is still pouting over the governor's son?"

"Wonder why," Ophelia muttered under her breath before Elijah decided to speak up.

"When you threw him to his death, did you imagine a different outcome?" Elijah questioned his younger brother.

"You and Ophelia monopolize young Marcellus with schooling," Klaus began to explain to Elijah as he poured himself a drink. He held one out to Ophelia, but she shook her head, not really feeling like getting drunk at just noon, "The three of us used to have fun. Ophelia and I, even more. If only there was someone with whom...I could share a bit of roguery."

Elijah, who was done listening to Klaus, began to walk away while Ophelia kept her eyes fixed on Klaus, "What did you do, Klaus?" She asked Klaus, who smirked.

"Oh, nothing too wild, my love," Klaus replied, only to watch as Ophelia let out a loud gasp as he held up a dagger.

"You didn't," Elijah stated as he turned to see what Ophelia was so shocked about.

Klaus shrugged, beginning to laugh as he held the dagger in one hand and his glass of scotch in the other. Ophelia pushed past Elijah, running down the stairs. She found four of their female servants lying dead on the ground while Kol fed on the last living one.

Kol hummed, setting the woman down the ground before turning to the group, blood covering the top part of his shirt. Oddly enough, even if he had been daggered for about forty years, his outfit fit with the time period. That was only because Elijah and Ophelia had made it their duty to dress him in outfits that fit with the time period every five years.

"Bravo," Kol commented, clapping his hands together, "That was delectable. But make no mistake, Nik, I'm still cross that you daggered me. But," He paused, walking over to Ophelia as he wrapped an arm around her, "As far as apologies go, it's a start. Especially since I get to see the lovely Ophelia again."

Klaus rolled his eyes, walking over to Kol. He roughly removed Kol's arm from Ophelia, protectively standing in front of her instead.

"So this is your idea of fun?" Elijah questioned Klaus as he turned to him, gesturing to all of the dead bodies.

"Well, you, Ophelia, and Marcellus have grown thick as thieves," Klaus widely grinned, "Why should I be alone?"

Ophelia sighed, rolling her eyes as she pushed past Klaus to leave, "Oh, come on, love. Don't be mad!" he called after Ophelia, who ignored him as she rushed up the stairs.

Klaus turned to Kol, "The fun will begin soon enough. I just need to..." he trailed off, deciding not to finish his sentence.

With that, Klaus vamp sped up the stairs, searching for Ophelia, who was mad at him.

After being told to by Elijah to bring Hayley and Ophelia to the bayou to help them get back in their right minds, Klaus finally decided to do so, realizing it was what both Labonair werewolves definitely needed.

The three hybrids, tribrid in Ophelia's case, walked through the werewolf encampments, searching for the werewolves, "We told you, this place is deserted," Hayley spoke up, breaking the silence among the three of them.

"I never said that," Ophelia argued before Klaus decided to speak.

"They're here. Their scent is fresh. They're hiding," Klaus informed the two girls as he ripped open a tent to see if anyone was hiding inside, "Which means somewhere nearby, we will find the remnants of your pack."

"And then what?" Hayley questioned Klaus as she placed her hands on her hips, "It's not like they're going to welcome us."

"Hayley's right," Ophelia agreed with Hayley, "If there's one thing these people hate more than vampires, it's hybrids. And come on, I'm part witch, too. And the witches are the ones who got them into this mess in the first place. They accepted me already and I left them, they're not going to accept me again."

"Yes, they will," Klaus argued with Ophelia, "What they hate is their lack of power. Hence the willingness of their brethren to deal with that witch in exchange for rings. But she hasn't gotten to your lot yet, so we need to get to them first. And ensure they align with us."

"Awesome," Hayley sarcastically replied as she and Ophelia walked past Klaus, "All we gotta do is find them."

"A task I leave to the two of you," Klaus replied, turning to face Ophelia and Hayley as they walked past him, "Well, go on, Hayley. You are a hybrid now, with heightened senses unlike anything under the sun, besides Ophelia and me. Go on, both of you."

"I'll pass," Ophelia replied before gesturing to Hayley, "You can do it."

Hayley was silent for a long moment as she inhaled deeply, trying to catch a scent. She found herself unable to do so and began to walk away from Klaus and Ophelia, "This is stupid."

"See! That's what I'm saying," Ophelia commented, agreeing with Hayley for the second time.

"Your people need a leader. Two, to be exact," Klaus called out loudly, causing the two females to stop walking to turn to him, "You are their queen, Ophelia. And you, Hayley, you are the last living descendant of Ophelia and her mother, the greatest alpha this pack has ever seen. You are considered a princess because of that."

"I am a mess," Hayley argued, pointing her hands at herself, "I cry all day. I feed all night. All I can think about is how much I miss my daughter."

Klaus walked closer to Hayley, "Do you think you're alone in that pain?" He questioned her curiously.

"Have you even thought about her once?" Hayley asked him with an attitude and Ophelia gave her a look of disbelief.

"I have not stopped thinking about her," Klaus argued, "When it pains me...I seek comfort in both Ophelia and in the idea of what I will do to those who would harm her," He paused, the three of them silent for a long moment.

Klaus gestured a flannel that rested on a chair near them. Hayley turned to glance at Ophelia, who did the same. She stayed silent, walking over to the flannel before picking up the sleeve part of it. She leaned her head forward, taking a whiff of the sleeve of it.

"Concentrate closely," Ophelia instructed her friend in a calm tone, who immediately obeyed.

Once doing so, Hayley handed the flannel to Ophelia. Ophelia almost immediately caught a scent from the flannel and both she and Hayley began to walk in a certain direction. Klaus smiled proudly at the two girls before following after them.