She located Klaus, somewhere in New Orleans. Her first thought was that she would find him and lecture him, wearing her nicest pair of jeans. She would tell him that she was disappointed in him for not showing up to their date. Oh, Nëela was angry, hurt... but upon trying to locate him a second time, she realized that something was not right. Magic was trying to cloak him from her. Magic? Klaus was never close to magic. If anything that was bad news. He was in trouble and she needed to find him. Nëela didn't think twice, the rogue witches be damned. She couldn't possibly wallow in her loneliness when someone -not just anyone, but Klaus- needed help. Besides, she had some anger to lash out at people! She packed lightly and took a bus to New Orleans.
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