"Hope. Andrea. Mikaelson." Lizzie held a palm against the wood and the door to Hope's dorm flew open.

Hope turned to look at Lizzie, letting the dead body fall to the floor. Lizzie's jaw dropped and her eyes zeroed in on the blood leaking into the carpet.

"What ... the ... fuck ..." she said slowly and shakily.

Hope arched an eyebrow impatiently. "Can I help you?"

Lizzie eyes drifted past her and the dead body to the unmoving vampire in her bed. "Better question: can you help him?" Lizzie flew to his side, inspecting the situation with her mouth hanging open. "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing! Well, not nothing. I channeled a lot of his power. Probably too much. And then he fell asleep." Hope laughed like it was a funny story. "I'm glad you're here, though. I could use a siphon. Get in there and tell me if you feel anything weird to siphon, like a lasting effect of the spell or something."

"Are you crazy?"

"No?" Hope frowned. She squinted at Lizzie strangely. "Do you feel anything or not?"

Lizzie jumped to her feet, leaning into Hope's face. "You killed MG!"

"I didn't kill him." Hope just rolled her eyes at Lizzie's anger. "I just ... put him in a mysterious unending slumber by accident and don't know how to fix him." Lizzie went to yell again, and Hope held up a finger. "Ah - yet."

"And that?" Lizzie pointed to the dead body. "Do you think you can fix that?"

"Why would I?" Hope kicked at the body with her toe. It rolled over in sickenly slow motion. "Probably grateful to be rid of that horrid job anyway."

"People are not grateful when you kill them, Hope." Lizzie looked like she was about to burst a blood vessel trying to explain this to the tribrid. She took a deep breath, letting it go.

She was angry, but she couldn't stay angry. Not if she wanted to save MG and not if she wanted to save Hope. Both things required her to swallow her fury and play nice.

"Okay," she said peacefully. "I just need to see the spell you did."