Teen Wolf at Hogwarts

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On the morning of the twenty-second of December, Lydia woke up to a very loud rumble followed by a scream. Opening one eye, the girl got out of bed and went to the source of the sound. Malia was crawling on the floor, wrapped in a blanket and cursing loudly.

- Tate, are you all right? If you've decided to disguise yourself as a blanket monster and sneak up on us, you're not doing a very good job. - Martin hissed, heading back to bed.

- You, Leeds, were close, but not quite. - Allison, who was standing in the doorway dressed, chuckled and walked over to Malia and pulled the blanket off her friend.

- Now, Argent, you have five seconds to explain what the hell that was. - said an already fully awake Tate.

- I'm playing snowballs with the boys, and I came to call you, and you were asleep. - Allison replied with a shrug. - So I thought I'd wake you up.

-With snow up your arse? - Tate exclaimed, gradually moving toward Allison. Jane, snorting loudly, threw spiteful glances at Argent. Allison yelped and rushed over to Martin, who had already fallen asleep, but when she felt the blanket being pulled off her, and then the wet clothes, she shrieked and fell off the bed.

- Lyds, I'm sorry! - exclaimed Argent, bending over the bed. A moment later Tate and Martin, shoulder to shoulder, were looming over poor Allison. She looked over her shoulder and rushed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. The furious Malia and Lydia banged on the door for about half an hour.

- Well, are you guys going to go? - Allison asked, only venturing out of her hiding place an hour later.

- In this weather? - Lydia asked, not even looking out the window.

- By the way, the weather is quite nice out there. - said Malia, pulling on a warm reindeer jumper.

- Yes! It's beautiful weather! Thanks, Mal,' said Argent with a smile. - Leeds, come on. You're going to get fat. - said the girl and took her friend by the leg and pulled her to the floor.

- Sweetheart, true beauty is not spoilt by anything, not even fatness. - Martin waved her off and covered her head with a pillow.

- Come on, get up! Tomorrow is the holidays, we won't see each other for a fortnight! Come on! - Argent persisted.

- A fortnight isn't that long. - Lydia answered her and turned away.

- That's it. - Argent hissed and went into the bathroom. She poured it all over Martin, winking at Malia, who was already dressed. The girl gave a shrill wail and jumped up like a scalded woman. Looking at the water dripping from her friend's hair, Allison noticed that she looked rather like a fish.

- Argent. - Martin said menacingly, 'Run. While you still can, run.

Laughing loudly, Allison pulled a warm jumper and jeans from the wardrobe, threw them on Martin's bed and hurried away.

- Come round, Leeds. I think it'll be worth it. - Tate said and followed her friend out the door.

Lydia sighed heavily and went into the bathroom to wash her face and dry her hair. She was out of there in ten minutes, which was a record for the girl. The three Krypters had been left at home - there was no telling what could happen to those little girls. After pulling on the clothes her friend had prepared, Lydia threw on her jacket and went downstairs. When she stepped outside, she saw a real snowball fight in front of her eyes. Since it was still morning and many students were asleep, the crowd was quite small. The game was apparently girls versus boys, and there were clearly fewer girls than boys. Looking at the boys' team, the girl raised her eyebrows in surprise. Scott, Stiles, Isaac and Matt were already there, of course, but there were also Danny and Vernon from Puffendu, Cory and Brett from Claw, and, strangely enough, Theo. Also there for the boys' team was the head boy of the school, clawed Oliver. Raising her eyebrows, Lydia shifted her gaze to her team. There was only Allison and Malia, Sonia from fifth year, and Alice from seventh year. Ten to four? Crazy. Without a moment's hesitation, the girl rushed to the rescue. Bending in three dead bodies and dodging enemy shells, the girl ran to her fortress and fell to her knees.

- Do you need help? - she asked, smiling contentedly. Alice, for some reason, threw herself at her with a hug.

- Lyds, make shells, while Malia, Sonya and I fire on them. We have to take down their fortress! - Allison exclaimed and, dodging another snowball, gave the boys a tongue-lashing.

After ten minutes of continuous snowballing, Lydia's hands looked more like two icicles, and her clothes were soaked through. After thinking for a moment, the girl exclaimed:

- We can't win this way! We need a plan and a strategy! - Waving her stiffened hand, the girl said.

- What do you suggest? - Sonia asked, fixing her hat, which was knocked over her eyes.

- Sonya and Alice, you will stay here and cover us. - Martin began to outline her plan. - Malia and Allison will go straight to the guys' fortress as a diversion. They'll naturally turn their attention to them, and won't even notice me sneaking up on them from the side. That way, I'll destroy the fortress and we'll have no trouble defeating them.

- Well done. We are prepared to make such a sacrifice for a great victory. - Malia said with a solemn hand on her heart.

Waiting for the ten boys to notice Allison and Malia approaching them, Lydia, tearing to the side, took a roundabout route. When the enemy fortress was only ten metres away, Martin ducked down so that she wouldn't accidentally be spotted by anyone. As she got very close to the boys' hideout, Lydia discreetly glanced at them. Oliver was apparently in charge of them, as he was giving orders every second, which the boys promptly carried out. Lydia smiled wickedly and moved a few steps away, ducking down and leaping onto the fortress, burying the boys in the snow. Tumbling and cursing, they tried to get up, but slipped and fell again. Laughing loudly, Martin rushed to the girls. Alice, shouting joyfully, continued her bombardment. Sonia, having finally removed her interfering hat, buried the boys in the snow and prevented them from getting up. Allison and Malia, almost crying with laughter, rolled around in the snow. Lydia, uninvolved in everyone's madness, was the first to notice Brett and Stiles getting up.

- Oh, mummy. - The girl squeaked and slowly began to back away.

The boys who had risen from the snow buried Sonya first, who, squealing and kicking, tried to break free. But this, of course, had absolutely no effect.

Next Scott, Matt, Isaac, Cory and Brett rushed after Allison and Malia, and judging by the squeals and screams, they caught up pretty quickly. Danny, Theo, Boyd, and Oliver ran after Alice, who hadn't had time to react. A moment later the girl looked like a snowman with blinking eyes.

Only Lydia and Stiles remained. The boy, looking completely innocently into Martin's eyes, began to slowly loom over them. As Lydia turned around to run away, Stilinski swooped down on her, knocking her off her feet and dropping her right into the snow. After thinking for a few seconds, the boy, contrary to expectations, didn't start burying the girl in the snow or anything like that, he just started tickling her mercilessly. Laughing and yelping loudly, Lydia could feel the tears of laughter running down her cheeks, and her ribs were already painfully sore. The hat had been knocked off her head in the fall and now lay a few metres away from her mistress. Suddenly Stiles stopped. Trying to catch her breath, the girl clenched her eyes and put her hands to her sides. When she opened her eyes, she found that Stiles was sitting in the same place he had been five minutes ago, but now he was just watching his friend. Standing up, the boy held out a hand to Lydia, helping her up.

- Are you okay? - The boy asked, smiling a little guiltily but victoriously.

- I'm fine. - Lydia waved him off. Picking up her hat from the ground, the girl went to the entrance of the castle, but, not having time to go halfway, she saw four smooth bumps lying next to each other. Aghast, the girl rushed to dig them up. Alice and Sonia, coughing and spitting up, were cursing the boys, and Malia and Allison, trembling and gnashing their teeth, were throwing at Martin glances that were full of the desire to kill someone. Nevertheless, looking at Lydia Tate winking at her, it was clear that the girls were fine. With a sigh of relief, Martin walked towards the castle entrance.

- We lost the battle, but not the whole war! - exclaimed Sonia and hurried away.

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- How did you manage to stay warm? - Martin asked, sitting on her bed, eating the lollipops Allison's father had sent her.

- Alice managed to put a frost spell on us. - Malia replied, standing on her head. Yes, the girls were bored.

- Why didn't you freeze? Didn't anyone chase you? - Allison asked, her head hanging off the bed almost to the floor.

- Stiles didn't bury me, just tickled me. - Lydia answered and rubbed her ribs.

- Regretted? -raised an eyebrow and asked Tate.

- He thought she might get sick, so he didn't risk it. - Allison answered for Lydia and suddenly jumped up. - We have lunch in ten minutes! - exclaimed the girl.

The girls looked at each other and rushed to get dressed.

As they flew into the Great Hall, the girls must have walked straight into the Headmaster's speech, for the eyes of all those seated turned to them, and Dumbledore, standing on the stage with his arms outstretched, looked at the girls with a slight reproachful look, though the ever-warm smile never left his lips. Quickly scurrying to their table, the girls squeezed in next to their classmates. Covering her eyes with her hand, Lydia sat between Scott and Matt, across from Stiles and Isaac.

- What are you guys up to? - Matt asked, leaning closer.

- I'd forgotten all about it. - Argent slapped herself on the forehead.

- Yeah, if Allison hadn't reminded us, we wouldn't have come at all. - Lydia whispered, still covering her eyes.

- Oh, come on, we forgot, too. - Stiles shrugged and smiled cheerfully. Lydia was amazed for the hundredth time at the boy's carelessness.

Martin looked around and sighed enthusiastically. There were probably a dozen tall, fluffy fir trees around the perimeter of the hall. Each one was decorated differently, each in a different colour scheme. But it didn't look motley or pretentious at all, it somehow seemed harmonious and beautiful. Looking up to the ceiling, the girl saw thousands of flying Christmas candles. Christmas candles, exactly. The kind Muggles usually put on their fireplaces, and over them they hung socks painted in all the colours of the rainbow. By the way, there was a hologram of good old Santa at the teacher's desk, which sometimes gave out an unexpected 'Oh-ho-ho-ho!'.

- ..So it is with great pleasure that I congratulate you on the most magical holiday of the year! And, of course, bon appetit! - the headmaster was broadcasting.

At the beckoning of Albus's wand, a pile of food appeared on the plates, as always, only today it was decorated in a New Year's theme. Salads in the shape of Santa and reindeer, biscuits in the shape of Christmas trees, and a whole bunch of gingerbread houses. Stiles, as always, pounced on the food in a flash. Looking at Stilinski and McCall devouring their lunch, Lydia couldn't help but smile.

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As she packed her things for the evening, Lydia suddenly felt homesick. And, most interestingly, not for home, but for Hogwarts. She was so used to the daily bedlam and chaos that she would surely feel uncomfortable in her home estate, which had always been quiet and peaceful. For the first time in her life. Martin knew that in the two weeks she would spend without the eternal Slytherin banter, without the ridiculousness of Stilinski, without the daily anger at him and his friend, without everything that was now taken for granted, she would be incredibly bored and homesick. Glancing at Allison and Malia laughing at something, Martin smiled warmly. Stealthily getting up from the bed and taking out of her suitcase a collodograph, the girl approached her friends from the back. Suddenly slipping her hand right between the girls, Lydia took a picture of them. Honestly speaking, the collodograph turned out to be very strange, but funny. Malia and Allison were still laughing on each side with surprised but happy eyes, and in the centre was a warmly smiling Martin with her hand out in front of her. Ignoring her friends' astonished looks, Martin walked over to her suitcase, put the collodograph back in its place, and put the picture in the book Malia had given her. With an understanding hum, Allison climbed into bed and covered herself almost to her chin.

- Good night? - The girl asked rather than said.

- Really? At ten o'clock at night? - Tate stretched out in amazement.

- I have to get up early tomorrow. - Martin shrugged her shoulders and zipped up her suitcase.

Sighing disappointedly, Tate crawled under the blanket, looking at her friends almost resentfully.

- What's up, Mal? - Lydia asked cheerfully, snuggling into the blanket and switching off the light.

- I was counting on Christmas stories. - Tate stretched out, pulling the blanket up defiantly.

- Christmas stories? - Martin and Argent asked in unison.

- Don't you have one? - Tate asked in amazement, forgetting that she had taken offence. Waiting for her friends to shake their heads in the negative, the girl irritably threw back the blanket and sat down in a Turkish chair. - In many Muggle families it is customary to tell each other different Christmas stories at night a few days before Christmas. Everyone sits down next to each other and listens to each other. Some make it up, some tell a story they heard once.

- What kind of stories? - Allison asked, climbing out from under the blanket.

- All kinds of stories. You can tell a horror story, a children's fairy tale, or a simple poem about a Christmas elf. The main thing is the atmosphere of holiday, warmth and cosiness. By the way, the more people, the better, but it is desirable, of course, to be close. - replied the girl.

- Are you thinking what I'm thinking? - Allison asked, lowering her feet to the floor.

- Oh, no, not that. They're asleep, Ell. - Martin moaned, switching on the light.

- Not at all. - Tate intervened. - They're not going to sleep at all tonight, so we won't disturb them at all.

Allison looked at Lydia with a sly smile. She stood up from the bed and went to the wardrobe. She pulled on the same checked shirt, jeans and white sneakers with black laces and waited for her friends. Argent was dressed in a reindeer jumper and jeans, with trainers on her feet. Malia limited herself to a simple grey sweatshirt, black frayed jeans and old dark sneakers.

When the girls reached the boys' room, they heard music coming from it. Christmas music. Glancing round at her friends, Malia knocked.

- One moment, please. - came Matt's voice.

After a really minute, the door opened. Letting the girls inside, Daeler looked back at the frozen Lehi in amazement. Throwing a glance at the centre of the room, the girls smiled happily. There stood a Christmas tree. Or rather, a Christmas tree. No more than half a metre high, small but rather fluffy and beautiful, there was a Christmas tree in the centre of the room. The music seemed to be coming from the speakers that had come from nowhere. Stiles, frozen on tiptoe, balloon in hand and garland on his shoulders, rounded his eyes in amazement.

- Girls? - Scott came out of the bathroom with a box in his hands.

- We're the ones. Weren't you expecting us? - Martin asked, walking over to Stiles and taking the poor balloon from him and hanging it on the tree.

- Not at all. - Lehi shook his head, picking up the tinsel scattered all over the floor.

- Why do you have so many Muggle decorations? - Allison asked, helping Isaac.

- Mal told us all about it. - Scott answered, setting the box on the nightstand.

- Do you need any more help? - Malia asked, having been left with nothing to do.

- Help Matt, please. - replied Stiles, pairing up with Lydia to hang the toys.

Matt appeared to be trying to create a little frosting on the windows. After a minute, each one had a different picture on it. One had the usual 'Merry Christmas!' written in beautiful italics. The other had a picture of four reindeer. The first one was wearing a scarf, the second one was just looking thoughtfully into the distance, and the two outermost ones were probably playing, because the smaller one was jumping, and the second one, on the contrary, was ducking. No one, naturally, was left in any doubt as to who it was.

Soon the bedroom was simply unrecognisable. The Christmas tree was decorated in red and gold colours, and on the very top of it there was a huge sparkling star. Garlands were hung around the perimeter of the room, beautifully wrapped around the bed posts. The smell of pine filled the room. Everything was exactly as it looked in the pictures in the books.

- Shall we read the fortune? - Stiles asked, sitting down next to Lydia on her bed.

- Make a fortune? I thought we were going to tell stories. - Allison stretched out, sitting down next to Scott.

- Of course we are. But first, how about a fortune telling? - McCall asked.

- What's that? - Martin asked, making herself comfortable.

- You know, it's hard to explain. In general, it's a kind of ritual that allows you to know the future, answers to any questions, or even talk to people from the other world. But nowadays most people just do Christmas fortune-telling for fun. - replied Malia.

- So how do you do this fortune-telling? - Argent asked.

- It depends on what we want to do and what we have on hand. One of the most common Christmas divinations is with wax and water or with a mirror. Except that the second one should be done alone. - replied Tate and jumped down from her favourite windowsill.

- Where are you going? - Dahler asked.

- To get candles and water. - said Tate and left the room. Five minutes later the girl returned with ten candles in one hand and a glass of water in the other. - Okay. The essence of divination is that the melted wax, falling into the water, solidifies, and can resemble some figure. Before this, a person asks a question, and then, according to the figure, gets the answer. This is a very inaccurate divination, but quite amusing. Who's first? - asked the girl and sat back on the window sill.

- Я. - said Argent and went to the girl.

The boys guessed for hours until two o'clock. Laughing, joking, and swearing loudly with foul words when the fortune telling didn't go well. Malia showed her friends fortune-telling on cards, on a mirror, with a rope and a candle, and the boys did it all. Sometimes the boys asked really serious and important questions, but never got the answer they wanted.

Then it was the turn to tell stories. Scott and Stiles started, naturally. The story was made up, but really funny and festive. Malia was next. The girl chose Paulo Coelho's tale, 'The Christmas Story of the Cedars.'

- Once upon a time, in the beautiful groves of Lebanon, three cedars were born. Cedars, as everyone knows, grow very, very slowly, so these three trees lived for many hundreds of years, having seen both pain and happiness. They saw King Solomon's messengers come to the land of Lebanon and then, in the battles with the Assyrians, the land was washed in blood. Under them, the alphabet was invented. - the girl began her story. - And one day the cedars decided to talk about the future and their dreams.

- After all I have seen,' said the first one, 'I would like to become a throne with the most powerful king on earth.

- And I'd like to be part of something that will transform Evil into Good for all eternity,' said the second.

- And as for me,' said the third, 'I wish that people would look at me and think of God.

Years and years passed, and at last woodcutters appeared in the forest. They cut down the cedars and sawed them.Each cedar had its own cherished wish, but reality never asks what we dream of. The first cedar became a stable, and from the remnants of its wood they built a manger. The second tree was used to make a rough rustic table, which was later sold to a furniture merchant. The logs from the third tree could not be sold. They were sawn into planks and left in a warehouse in the big city.

The three cedars complained bitterly: 'Our wood was so good! But no one found a worthy use for it.'

Time passed, and then one starry night, a certain couple, unable to find shelter, decided to spend the night in a stable built from the wood of the first cedar. The wife was in labour. That night she gave birth to a son and placed him in a manger on soft hay. And at the same moment, the first cedar realised that his dream had come true: he served as a support for the greatest King of the Earth.

A few years later, in a modest village house, people sat down at a table made from the wood of the second cedar. Before they began to eat, one of them spoke a few words over the bread and wine on the table, and the second cedar realised that at that very moment it supported not only the wine bowl and the bread dish, but also the union between Man and the Divine.

The next day the cross was made of two planks of a third tree. A few hours later the wounded man was brought in and nailed to the cross. The third cedar was horrified at his fate and began to curse his cruel fate. But not three days later he realised his fate: the man hanging on the cross had become the Light of the World. The cross, made from the wood of this cedar tree, was transformed from an instrument of torture into a symbol of triumph.

This was the fate of the three Lebanese cedars: as is always the case with dreams, their dreams came true, but in a different way than they had imagined. - concluded Tate.

- It's an interesting story, it makes you think, but it's not festive. - Martin pulled, looking thoughtfully at the painted window.

- Why, Leeds, do you have a story? - Stiles asked, sitting next to the girl.

- Well, actually, I do have a story, but only one. And it's actually a pretty famous tale. So let's go with Allison. - Martin waved her hand, but everyone immediately started protesting.

- Okay, what kind of fairy tale is it? - Stilinski asked, leaning a little closer.

- I'm not sure how old this fairy tale is, but I know it was written by Hans Christian Andersen. It's called The Snow Princess, I think. - said Martin, wrinkling her forehead.

- Queen. The fairy tale is called 'The Snow Queen'. - Malia corrected her friend.

-Well, you see, you all know it, so let's have someone else. - stretched out Martin.

- I don't know. - said Allison, Matt, Stiles, Isaac and Scott in one voice.

- I don't know exactly where it starts. - Martin started, rubbing the bridge of her nose. - I think it starts with the fact that one day a horrible troll who had his own school invented a mirror in which everyone looked into and saw only the horrible, the scary and the ugly. Everything good seemed to disappear in a flash. The troll and his students laughed at people for a long time, showing them their reflections in the mirror. And when there was no one left in the world whom the trolls had not made fun of, they decided to climb to heaven and laugh at the angels and the creator himself. But the higher they climbed, the heavier the mirror became, and eventually it fell and flew to the ground. This mirror shattered into millions of shards. Some of them were no bigger than a grain of sand, scattered all over the world, got into people's eyes and stayed there. A person with such a splinter in his eye began to see everything the other way round or to notice only bad sides in every thing - because each splinter retained the property that distinguished the mirror itself. Some people were hit in the heart, and that was the worst of it: the heart turned into a piece of ice. And so, in one of the towns, a boy and a girl lived in neighbouring houses. They were not related, but they loved each other like brother and sister. Their names were Kai and Gerda. Every day they visited each other through the window. In summer they sat in the garden, and in winter they lay on the stove and listened to their grandmother's stories. And now, on one of these days... - the girl's story dragged on for twenty minutes. The boys listened to her with their mouths open, without talking and without taking their breath away.

When she finished, Lydia looked around and raised her eyebrows in bewilderment. Scott, Matt, Isaac, Allison, and Malia were sleeping like dead people. Glancing at Stiles, the girl smiled warmly. The boy must have dozed off recently, because he was in a completely uncomfortable position. Standing up from the bed, Lydia gently pushed the boy back to lie back on the pillow. She picked up a plaid from the floor and covered her friend with it, who was now sniffling sweetly. She did the same with Matt and Isaac. She quietly approached Malia, one foot dangling from the window sill, and shook her by the shoulder.

- 'Mal,' said the girl. - 'Mal, let's go to bed, it's late.

- Livy, leave me alone, let me sleep. - stretched out the girl and waved her hand in the direction of her friend, who barely managed to dodge.

- Malia, it's me, Lydia. Are you staying here? - asked the girl, expecting, of course, a negative answer.

- Yes, Martin, yes. - said the girl and finally turned away.

With an annoyed sigh, Martin pulled her friend's leg. In order not to make too much noise and not to wake the boys, Lydia did not let Malia fall down completely, but made it so that Tate was now clearly uncomfortable.

- Martin, what's the matter? - Tate asked, barely able to open one eye.

- Get up, let's go to bed. - said the girl and headed towards Argent. Malia, sighing heavily, climbed down from the windowsill and followed.

- Allison, get up. - She whispered as quietly as she could so as not to wake Scott, who was lying on the same bed. Argent woke up immediately.

- Lyds? - Allison stretched sleepily.

- 'Come on, get up. Go to your room and get changed, I'll be right there. - Martin said and led her stumbling friends to the door. Then, returning to McCall's bed, the girl covered her friend with a plaid, tentatively making him more comfortable. Switching off the lights on the tree and the walls and switching off the lights, the girl took one last look at the snoring boys and smiled and left the room.

Walking into the bedroom the girl rolled her eyes with a smile. Tate and Argent, not having changed their clothes, had fallen asleep on the beds, and were probably already having their tenth dream, as usual, each in their favourite position. Deciding that she couldn't force her friends to change anyway, Lydia went to the bathroom. And only then, having washed and changed her clothes, the girl lay down on the bed. Barely touching her head on the pillow, she felt the full extent of her fatigue. She yawned sweetly and wrapped herself more tightly in the blanket and smiled sweetly.

On the collodograph, which Martin had discreetly taken with her, there were probably about two dozen beautiful collodographs, on which the seven boys were depicted happy and carefree. From time to time, colourful furry balls flashed near their owners. They were captured by the children. And such moments are some of the most important in a person's life, and they should always be preserved, by any means necessary.