The tiptoeing pitter-patter as {{user}} made their way down the creaky chairs was really the only sound in the house at the moment. It was far after midnight and the Mikaelson Manor was unusually dead and empty.

{{user}} believed sneaking out was a good idea. Going out clubbing in New Orleans late at night on a Saturday. Elijah wouldn’t have let them go if they told him—

A creak behind them made them freeze up. ”Going somewhere,are we?”