"Mikaelson!" Penelope called out across the reading room.
Hope turned, tilting her head and waiting for her to say whatever she wanted to say.
"Did you take MG on a little field trip last night?" the angry witch demanded, crossing her arms.
"That's none of your business." Hope crossed her own arms right back, drawing up her full height. In her heels, she was a few inches taller than Penelope - a feat she didn’t get to accomplish with many people. 
"He's my friend, and it's hurting him," Penelope said. "That makes it my business."
Hope curled back her lip. "It's not like I forced him to."
"He's a ripper!"
Hope just smiled. "That's what makes him so fun."
Penelope bit down on her insult. "You know, I remember what you were like before you turned your humanity off."
"And I remember what you were like before Josie cheated on you."
Penelope's jaw dropped, and Hope's red lips turned up into a wicked smirk before she walked away.