Teen Wolf at Hogwarts

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- Lydia, happy birthday! - Lydia's morning began with these words. The voices of her best friends seemed to Martin now like the voices of furies and banshees that could blow up a man's skull with a single cry.

- Merlin, hush, please. - she whimpered, sticking her head under the pillow.

- Come on, get up, today's the big day!' Malia shouted, plopping down on top of her friend.

- Jesus, Tate, get off, you're going to break everything in the world! - Lydia wheezed. - Okay, okay, I'm getting up, I'm getting up.

After waiting for Martin to sit down, the girls came at her with hugs.

- Happy birthday! - they shouted in two voices.

- 'Thank you,' Lydia said, laughing.

- And we have presents for you. - Allison said with a sly smile.

- Why? - Martin moaned, wrapping herself in a blanket - it's winter after all!

- Because we have to. - replied Malia. - Ell, can I go first? - After an affirmative nod from Argent, the girl handed Lydia a rather weighty bundle in pretty wrapping paper.

Glancing suspiciously at Tate, Lydia began to unwrap the gift. It turned out to be a Muggle book called White Fang by Jack London and a beautiful gold-coloured drop pendant.

- I just remembered that you said you'd like to read some Muggle literature. - Malia explained. - And looking at that pendant made me think of you.

- But how could you buy it? We haven't travelled outside of Hogwarts yet. - Martin asked in amazement.

- I ordered it from a magazine to my house, and my parents sent it to me a couple of days ago. To be honest, I was seriously worried it wouldn't arrive in time. - Tate replied with a shrug.

- Well, now you. - Looking at Allison, Lydia stretched out and hugged Malia.

- I've actually been thinking for a long time about what the hell to get you. And in the end, I came up with just this. - The girl embarrassedly handed the birthday girl a huge box tied with a ribbon.

- Merlin's beard, what is it? - Martin asked almost fearfully. Opening the box, the girl smiled happily. There was a real pile of presents in it. About ten packs of chewing beans, sugar feathers, candies that change their flavour depending on a person's preference and so on. Next was a brand new book called '1000 and 1 Ways to Spell a Man into a NEWT'. A note in the book said that this book had been purchased especially for Erica. Martin opened a box, which contained beautiful gold earrings in the shape of a sun and a star. At the very bottom of the box was another bundle.

- Isn't that a lot? - Lydia asked, and when she unwrapped the last bundle, she gasped. A beautiful light dress of azure colour fell out of it. It was about knee-length, with lantern sleeves, and in addition to all this splendour there was a black leather belt.

- How was it? - Allison asked, smiling broadly.

- Do you want to know more? - Lydia asked, laughing, and immediately threw her arms around her friend. - Why are you standing there? - the girl asked cheerfully, waving her finger at Malia. After a few seconds, Lydia, having come to her senses, exclaimed:

- What time is it?

- It's still half an hour before breakfast, don't worry. - Malia replied calmly, looking at her happy friend with genuine joy.

- Thank you so much. - Lydia said for the tenth time in a row, putting on first the pendant and then the earrings.

- Enough already,' Tate rolled her eyes with a smile.

Lydia looked just fine today. I mean, she always looked amazing, but today she looked even more amazing than usual. The girl decided not to wear a robe. Under a black jumper with the emblem of the faculty she wore her favourite dark blue shirt. Instead of trousers Martin wore a perfectly ironed skirt. Her red curls arranged in a beautiful hairdo almost shone. Lydia almost laughed as she entered the Great Hall and glanced at Reyes who opened her mouth in astonishment. By the way, after that incident on the field, Erica tried not to hurt Martin.

- Listen, where are the guys? - Lydia asked when breakfast was almost half finished.

Shrugging, both Allison and Malia continued eating quietly. With a suspicious glance at her friends, the girl put away her cutlery and stood up, picking up her bag.

- Stop!' the girls protested.

- Why not? I'm full, and it would be nice to come to the herbalogy early. - Lydia answered with an innocent wave of her eyelashes and turned on her heels and deliberately took three very slow steps towards the exit of the hall.

- We need to talk! - Malia exclaimed in an attempt to stop her friend. Rolling her eyes and grinning, Lydia turned around.

- Tell me straight out - are these louts up to something? If yes, then I need to immediately run away from here as far and as fast as possible. - Martin said with a smile.

- What frumps?

- What are you talking about?

- What kind of surprise?

- Okay, so I have to get out of here. - Martin rolled her eyes and shook her head. But no sooner had she taken a step than her eyes were covered by someone's palms. - Oh, no. - whispered the girl.

- Oh yes!' said Stiles' voice, cheerful beyond belief. - Walk safely, I'll lead you, but don't trip. - said the boy and led his friend away from the hall.

- Stilinski, we're going to be late for class! - laughing, exclaimed Lydia.

- We won't be late for anything. And I've got everything covered. - Stiles grinned. Lydia wished she could roll her eyes.

- How much longer? - Lydia asked after a few minutes.

- 'Nope,' the boy replied and after a few seconds he added, 'we're here now. - And took his palms away from his friend's face.

Opening her eyes. Lydia froze. She was in a spacious room, in the centre of which stood a huge table, on which five plates were arranged, and in the middle of it a really huge birthday cake. On it in beautiful slanted handwriting was written 'Leeds, Happy Birthday!'. There were also five chairs and three of them were already occupied by Scott, Malia and Allison. Grinning, the girl walked over to another part of the room where four boxes stood one on top of the other.

- What are these? - Martin enquired, looking round.

- Presents. - Scott stretched out in embarrassment.

- How? You only found out yesterday, didn't you? Who are the other two from? - Martin asked in amazement.

- You'll probably find out the answer to the first question later. - Stiles smiled with the corners of his lips. - And these two are from Isaac and Matt.

- Merlin, you told them, too. - Lydia held her head theatrically.

- Yeah. Now they're going to cover for us in front of Stable of their own volition. It's an addition to their gifts. - chuckled Stilinski.

- You said you had it all covered. - Martin arched an eyebrow.

Abruptly interested in the ceiling, Stiles began to whistle some song. Grinning, the girl asked:

- Where are we?

- Oh, I thought you wouldn't ask. - Scott stretched out.

-This is the Room of Requirement. - Stiles said with a smile. - And she's...

- It's taking on the look a person needs right now, isn't it? - Lydia interrupted him. - I know, I read it. - She said, smiling contentedly. - But how did you find her?

- The same way we found one interesting portrait yesterday. - replied Scott.

- What kind of portrait? - Lydia decided to play along.

-It's nothing. Four crazy old men from the last millennium. - Stiles waved his hand and the boys laughed merrily, ignoring the bewildered looks from Tate and Argent.

The great feast was over only three hours later, and Lydia now seriously feared for her life, first of all because of the professors, and also because of Isaac and Matt, who were probably mad as hell, and who had already worked the agreed hour long ago, and were probably not ready for the unexpected two more.

Stiles had given the girl several packs of sweets and magic pencils that changed colour depending on the artist's wishes. Lydia knew how hard it was to get these and was truly grateful to the boy.

In the box from Scott was a beautiful leather-bound album and a carved hair clip that shimmered with all the colours of the rainbow. It was enchanted so that it showed the mood of its owner by changing colour. Quite common magic, but Lydia was as happy as a child. Once in the girl's hair, the hairpin glowed the brightest golden colour, which meant that Martin was genuinely happy now.

Isaac gave his friend an inkwell that never spilled ink and a pen that corrected mistakes on its own.

From Matt, on the other hand, Martin received a new batch of magical sweets and the book 'The Most Interesting Magic of Our Time. Intermediate Level.'

Laughing happily the boys went to lunch together. As soon as they entered, they heard:

- Young people, I demand an explanation.

Turning around, the Gryffindors saw McGonagall herself.

- Professor, it's Lydia's birthday and we've arranged a surprise for her. Scott and I thought it up, so don't punish the girls, they found out at the last minute. - Stiles immediately spat it out, earning the stares of four pairs of eyes.

- I know it's Miss Martin's holiday, Stiles. But that's no reason to skip class, you do realise that, don't you? - the professor asked with a tightening of her lips.

- Yes, Professor, we understand that perfectly well. - Scott stretched out, looking guiltily at the floor.

- I hope it won't happen again. There's an evening for that. - Minerva added and left.

With a perplexed look, the boys hurried back to their table before their dean changed her mind.

- You weren't scared at all. - Malia stretched out, looking at the barrette, which glowed golden in colour.

Lydia shrugged and started eating.

***

The first class of the afternoon was Charms, and the boys muttered something about Lydia's lack of gratitude as she dragged the two of them to class by the scruff of the neck. As soon as they sat down, Tracy's squeaky voice was heard:

- Oh, Martin, you're looking a little too good today. Are you celebrating that Argent's father didn't get locked up like her grandfather? I don't think it's going to stay that way. You're not happy yet. - she was answered by a loud cackle from the Slytherins.

- Ell, is everything alright? - Lydia asked worriedly, and Allison nodded and smiled, glancing down at her hairpin. It went from gold to blue (the colour signified excitement) and then back to gold. This meant that Lydia was absolutely not angry or even nervous. Grinning, Argent continued to prepare for class, much like Lydia herself.

- There's nothing to answer, is there, Martin? - Erica continued for her friend. - I knew Gryffindors weren't very bright, but to be that smart. - Once again the snake faculty burst into laughter.

Glancing at Stiles' clenched fists, the redhead decided to do something about it.

- Erica, honey, I thought you'd had enough. - was all Lydia said. However, Stilinski looked at her friend and seemed to calm down, and started to take the textbooks out of her bag.

- Is that the best you can do? - Reyes laughed nastily.

- You're so stupid. - Lydia whispered under her breath. In the next instant, the whole inkwell was poured over Erika's head, and the thick black stuff began to drip from her hair onto her face and clothes. With a shrill wail, Reyes jumped up and rushed towards the exit of the classroom.

- What the hell was that? - Flitwick entered at the same moment.

- Sir, Erica was just checking to see if her inkwell was leaking. As you can see, it's leaking a little. - Stiles replied, laughing uncontrollably. With a shrill sneeze, Tim, who had been sleeping in his master's bag all morning, made the boys laugh even louder.

***

The boys' last lesson was History of Magic, in which, as always, everyone was asleep except Lydia, and oddly enough, Stiles. The boy did indeed write down every word that came out of Professor Beans' mouth every lesson, even though sometimes the ghost's boring muttering made even Lydia yawn. Judging by his words, history was indeed an interesting subject to him. But now, looking at the snow flakes swirling outside the window, the boys decided to ignore the troll war in 1834 and just flipped notes. Sophie and Tim, meanwhile, were sleeping peacefully on their masters' laps.

'Leeds, tell me, did you really like our surprise?'.

'Are you seriously asking that? Of course I did! It was very cool, really. Thank you. And for the gift, too. Speaking of which. How did you get those pencils overnight? They're almost impossible to find.'

'I told you, you'll find out later. And I'm really glad you enjoyed it. And that little adventure at night, and the holiday in the morning. I'm really glad.'

'Merlin, you seem to be a bad influence on me.'

'Well, if only a little.'

'No, Stilinski, not just a little, I'm afraid.'

Smiling, Stiles put the note aside and, trying to listen to the monotonous muttering of Mr Beans, began to outline the lecture. Lydia, looking at him, discreetly pulled out the sketchbook Scott had given her and began to draw. For the first time in the history of drawings of Stiles, the boy was depicted not with cheerful sparkles in his eyes and a smile on his face, but with his eyebrows furrowed thoughtfully and his tongue sticking out in eagerness. One hand was taking notes, the other resting on the table, tapping out a rhythm known only to Stiles. As soon as Lydia had finished her drawing, the bell rang, and the boy put his bag on the table with an incredible clatter, waking up the students who had been sleeping peacefully a second ago and making Martin herself wince. Smiling guiltily, Stilinski hurried out of the classroom before he was subjected to a tirade of indignation at his friends' sudden awakening. Lydia slammed the album shut and stuffed it deep into her bag, laughing heartily at the sleepy and indignant faces of the boys, and headed for the living room to put her bag down and go to dinner in peace.

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In the evening, sitting on the windowsill and looking at the snow sparkling in the moonlight, Lydia wondered how the boys had managed to find her so many presents in such an incredibly short time. At first she thought of owl mail, but the boys' parents wouldn't have had time to react, not to mention the fact that hardly any sensible adult would rush out in the middle of the night to look for such expensive gifts. No, that's out. The boys couldn't ask any of the professors either, and apparently they wouldn't, since McGonagall was absolutely sincere in asking where they were. After about half an hour, the girl came to the conclusion that she just couldn't imagine how her friends had done it. She even thought about transgression, but then she remembered that transgression was impossible on Hogwarts grounds, not to mention that they were eleven to twelve years old, and no matter how capable the boys were, it was simply impossible at their age.

The girl was distracted from her musings by laughter and some shouting. Alarmed, Lydia leaned against the window. It was pitch darkness, visibility was zero. A second later there was a loud pop. The kind you hear when you fire a cannon. And the next moment, Martin gasped. Dozens of multi-coloured balls exploded into the sky, exploding under the sky dome and showering the snow with bright sparks. A magical salute. For one split second, 'LM 12' was formed in the sky by these very sparks.

The fireworks went on for another fifteen minutes and Lydia, having had time to get dressed, went downstairs to the street. Just as she had expected, there were four Gryffindors standing by the inexplicable cannon. Lydia stealthily walked up behind them and jumped on Stiles' back, causing him to fall into the snow and wail loudly. The same fate befell Scott, who, trying to dodge, tripped over the rising Stilinski, and they both fell back to the ground.

A moment later Lydia, laughing loudly and happily, was running away from the 'enraged' boys and knocking down Malia, who in turn knocked down Allison, and rolled on the ground until her mouth was full of snow and her hair looked like icicles. What was surprising was how the other students and professors didn't run to all the noise.

The boys returned to the tower soaked and tired, but terribly satisfied and happy. Sitting by the fireplace and warming her hands with the others, Lydia thought for the hundredth time that she had been incredibly lucky. Perhaps the boys would grow up and change completely, mature and serious, but that didn't matter now. All that mattered was that Martin, as she went to bed and pulled on the plaid shirt her mother had given her (which, by the way, Stiles liked very much), realised that she had never had such a fun and abnormal birthday. And she was really glad she'd spent it with her best friends in the world. And the girl knew that such memories last forever.