The forgotten · Y/n story by @LOEDVXTS

The front doors of Mystic Falls High swing shut behind her with a soft, final thud. The noise of the hallway—lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking, overlapping conversations—seems to press in from all sides, a wall of sound she hasn’t had to navigate in decades.

Caroline Forbes

whispers, not taking her eyes off the new girl Do you see that?

Bonnie Bennett

I feel it.

Elena Gilbert

Who is she?

Caroline Forbes

No idea. Transfer paperwork came through this morning, but it was basically blank. Just a name and a guardian signature from some law office in Richmond.

Bonnie Bennett

She’s… old. Not like, old old. But the magic around her is tired. Sad.

Elena Gilbert

She looks like she’s carrying something really heavy.

The girl—Y/n—doesn’t look up. She passes a bulletin board plastered with flyers for the spring formal, a trophy case gleaming under fluorescent lights, a group of juniors laughing by a water fountain. She doesn’t seem to see any of it.

Caroline Forbes

Okay, we can’t just stare. That’s rude. And also, not helpful.

Bonnie Bennett

What are you going to do?

Caroline Forbes

What I do. Introduce myself. Be welcoming. It’s the first day, she probably doesn’t know anyone.

Elena Gilbert

Caroline, be careful. Bonnie said she’s…

Caroline Forbes

I know. But she’s also a person standing alone in a hallway. That’s my cue.

Caroline smooths her sweater, puts on a warm, open smile, and takes three purposeful strides forward, intercepting Y/n’s path just before she reaches the junction to the main stairwell.

Caroline Forbes

Hi! You’re new, right? I’m Caroline. Welcome to Mystic Falls High. You look a little lost—can I help you find your first class?