Teen Wolf at Hogwarts

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- Scott, God damn you Godric, McCall, get up! - screamed Stiles like a victim.

- Stiles, Merlin's trousers, Stilinski, back off. - Scott waved his hand.

- It's twenty to eleven, are you all right? - Stiles yelled even louder.

- So? - McCall asked, opening one eye incomprehensibly. In the next instant, the boy was wide-eyed, jumped up from the bed, fell, got up again and rushed down the stairs, returning to the room a second later.

- Merlin, go to the bathroom, you weakling. - Stiles rolled his eyes, throwing his towel, jeans and shirt at his friend. McCall gave Stiles a grateful glance and rushed into the aforementioned room, getting dressed there as well. Five minutes later, the boy rushed down the stairs, almost tumbling down the stairs, to the car where his parents and Stiles were already sitting. Jumping in, the boy breathed a sigh of relief.

- Honey, where's your suitcase? - Melissa asked, turning around to look at her son. Scott made huge eyes and rushed back into the house, emerging a second later with the suitcase in his hands. Stiles, covering his eyes with his hand, scolded quietly.

- Well, can we go now? - John asked, sitting behind the wheel.

The boys didn't arrive at the station until one minute to eleven. The boys hurriedly said goodbye to their parents and rushed to the train, which, after a few moments, gave its first deafening horn. As they flew into the carriage, the boys began to move hastily through it in search of a compartment. When they found the one where Daeler and Lehi were sitting, the boys almost laughed in relief.

- Merlin, get him away from me, somebody, or I'll kill him. - Stiles stretched tiredly, barely sitting up in his seat.

- And it's good to see you, Stilinski. - Isaac said mockingly. - What's wrong?

- Because I'll be waking him up soon with heavy artillery. Maybe then he'll be able to wake up on time. - The boy exclaimed unhappily and climbed into his chair with his feet up.

- You only slept for half an hour. - Scott grudgingly stretched out, but when he caught his best friend's murderous look, he preferred to shut up.

***

- Lyds, are you okay? - Allison asked, having been unable to get her friend to talk for three hours.

- What?' she asked, blinking.

- What's wrong with you? - Malia asked after Argent.

- What's wrong with me? - The redhead blurted out again. Allison glanced at Martin with determination.

- Is it something with Mum? - The girl asked in a lowered voice.

- She's fine. - Martin shrugged her shoulder slightly, averting her gaze.

- Did you fight again? - Malia asked.

- And how do you know? - Martin asked in surprise.

- I told her an hour ago. - Allison arched an eyebrow. Lydia was usually very attentive, even if it wasn't about her. - Lydia, what happened? - Allison persisted.

- She said last night that if I didn't stop acting like this, she wouldn't let me go to Hogwarts. - The redhead gave in. - Then I said that if she behaved the way she promised to behave five years ago, everything would be fine. She only yelled at me again and told me to go to my room. In the morning she sent some chauffeur with me, and she didn't even get out of bed. I wouldn't be surprised if someone came to see her half an hour later. - Lydia concluded, rolling her eyes.

- Wouldn't let her into Hogwarts? - Malia exclaimed in amazement.

- What did you say to her before you two fought? - Argent asked relatively calmly.

- She said that instead of going to Hogwarts tomorrow with everyone else, I should be with her at some sort of reception. I said it was important for me to be here. Well, you've heard the rest. - With a shrug of her shoulders, the girl replied.

- That's ridiculous. - Malia said quietly.

- Exactly. - Lydia nodded in agreement. - Now tell me how your holidays were. - Martin smiled brightly and changed the subject.

***

- And after that she won't speak to me. - Isaac concluded his story. The boys started laughing together.

- Lehi, only you could think of such a thing. - Scott chuckled.

- Oh, yeah, thanks for the encouragement. - Isaac grumbled, folding his arms across his chest.

- I'm so hungry. - Matt groaned in surprise.

- Oh, man, I totally agree. I haven't had breakfast at all because of someone. - Stiles said grudgingly.

- Is that a gentle hint that I should give you my food? - Scott asked, smiling broadly. - You'll be fine.

- I won't wake you up in the morning anymore. You get up yourself. - Stilinski grumbled, turning away from the window.

- Come on, Steeley, don't pout. - Scott reached for his friend, pouting his lips.

- Get away from me. - Stiles wailed, making huge eyes. Matt and Isaac, gasping with laughter, tried to tell the boys that Malia had dropped by the compartment, but they couldn't manage it.

- Are they okay? - Tate asked in amazement, sitting down next to Leahy and glancing warily at Stilinski and McCall. Isaac, shaking his body, nodded frantically.

- Malia, get him out of here! - Stiles yelled even louder, trying to get out of his friend's too tight embrace.

- No one's going to save you. - Scott laughed gloatingly, pulling his friend even closer.

- Somebody film this. - Matt whispered, unable to raise his voice even half a tone.

- I already did,' Martin's voice came from the doorway. The girl was holding a collodograph and smiling happily. Allison stood shoulder to shoulder with her, already bent in half with laughter.

- Save me already! - Stiles practically shrieked. Malia, finally rising from her seat, pulled McCall away from poor Stiles. - Malia, Merlin, I adore you. - The boy said and threw himself at his friend with a hug. Everyone laughed even louder, and poor Matt and Isaac seriously thought they were going to choke.

- I missed this. - Martin whispered softly, taking a seat between Scott, who had calmed down, and Stiles, who was huddled against the window. Allison, hearing her friend's remark, threw her a meaningful glance, which, of course, was ignored.

***

The boys bought sweets for lunch, as they always did. They were surprised when Malia, looking disdainfully at the pile of sweets, pulled three huge sandwiches out of her backpack. Allison and Lydia, throwing exactly the same glances at the boys' food, took their lunch from Tate and began to eat with gusto. The boys' bellies rumbled immediately.

- Would you like some sandwiches? I've got more. - Malia asked, not yet eating.

- We have food. - Stiles said, eyeing his friend's sandwich with a greedy stare.

- You'll ruin your stomachs and then you'll complain. - Lydia rolled her eyes. Malia, snorting loudly, reached into her bag and pulled out four more sandwiches, silently handing them to the boys.

- But why? - Raising an eyebrow, Isaac asked.

- Caring. - Malia shrugged. Lydia, barely holding back a smile, looked at the dumbfounded boys. Unable to stand it, Allison shoved Scott's sandwich forcibly almost halfway through.

- You what? - Coughing, Scott shouted. Laughing, Stiles gave his friend a high-five.

- I always said revenge was sweet. - stretched out Stilinski, who was already halfway through his sandwich. The guys looked at each other and laughed loudly.

***

- I've been thinking for a long time. - Allison exclaimed. The guys were now talking about Christmas and presents for each other. - Especially over what to get Stiles. Honestly. I really didn't know what you might like. - said the girl, looking at her friend.

- And we've been thinking about Malia's presents for a long time. - Stiles admitted.

- Oh, thank you. - Tate stretched out, pressing her hand to her heart. Suddenly there was a knocking sound in the compartment. Turning around, the boys saw Heather. Stiles and Scott, sighing happily, opened the door for the girl.

- Heath! - exclaimed Stilinski, instantly jumping up. The girl, immediately laughing joyfully, threw herself into his arms. Lydia and Malia looked at each other and rolled their eyes, ignoring the smiling Allison.

- Boys, hi. - The girl smiled at Matt and Isaac. Tate rolled her eyes a second time. - You know, a girl from my class wanted to meet you, would you mind coming with me? - The girl asked, smiling slyly. If looks could kill, poor Heather would have been dead several times over.

- You'll burn a hole. - Allison whispered to Lydia. The girl rolled her eyes again.

- Why not? - Stiles exclaimed, looking at his childhood friend with a happy smile.

- Probably just because we're still here. - Lydia said sharply. Allison covered her eyes with her hands and Malia glanced at Martin, ready to enter the discussion at any moment.

- Oh, hi, Lydia. - Heather said with a sweet smile. In response, Martin only raised an eyebrow. The boys stood there unsure of what to do.

- Yeah, why not. - Allison repeated and rose from her seat, walking towards the door. - We'll go to our room. If you need anything, come in. - said the girl and dragged both friends out of the compartment.

- What for? - Malia exclaimed unhappily, climbing into her seat with her legs.

- Because you're making a spectacle of yourselves. - Allison replied with a slightly raised eyebrow.

- Because I'm annoyed with that girl. - Martin jerked her shoulder. Allison, smiling softly, sat down next to her friend and lightly touched her shoulder with her palm.

- She's their childhood friend. - Argent shook her head slightly. Lydia only twitched her shoulder again. Allison laughed lightly for some reason.

- What are you doing? - Lydia glared at her.

- I love you, Lyds. - Allison shook her head and rested her head on her friend's shoulder.

About twenty minutes later Matt and Isaac came over to the girls and sat with them for the rest of the trip. Scott and Stiles never showed up.

***

- Stiles, get a move on, come on. - Scott hissed, glaring at his friend, who couldn't get his suitcase into any of the carriages that were always leaving. - Or we'll walk. - McCall added, looking round for an empty carriage.

There was no empty carriage, but there was one with the girls and Matt and Isaac in it. He sighed with relief and headed for it.

- I didn't think I'd find a seat. - Scott said as he climbed into the carriage. Stiles climbed in after him, smiling with relief.

- There's not enough room for you. - Lydia said coldly.

- Come on, Lyds, there's enough for us. - Stiles smiled, looking at his friend in surprise.

- The carriage is designed for six at most. So there'll be one of us. - Malia said, raising an eyebrow slightly. Stiles glanced at Allison in surprise, but only received a sad shake of his head.

- Come on, it's for eight. - Scott stretched out in amazement, his eyes widening in surprise.

- Why did you leave Heather? She's sure to find a place for you. - Lydia hissed, crossing her arms over her chest and turning away from her stunned friends.

- They left to be with you. - Stiles replied perplexed.

Lydia glared at her friend and turned away from him again, while Malia sat in the same position, but the girls' fervour was lessened, and their resentment towards their friends was lessened. Allison, having analysed her friends' condition, patted the seat next to her with the palm of her hand. Scott, noticing this, immediately took the seat, and Stiles only had to sit between Malia and Lydia. The redhead, noticing this, promptly yanked Isaac towards her, seating the boy next to her and thus making room between Allison and Matt. Stiles, now looking completely confused, sat down in his assigned seat.

After five minutes, Isaac, Matt and Allison had drawn Scott and Stiles into their conversation and now the boys were laughing and waving their arms around. Malia and Lydia hadn't said a word the whole trip.

***

- I am glad to welcome you again, my friends! Spring is one of the most beautiful seasons of the year, after my favourite winter, of course. Sunshine, birds, warmth, lake, water! Bon appetit! - Dumbledore finished his speech and sat back down, immediately starting to eat.

- It could be entered into the 'World's Weirdest Speeches' contest. - Stiles whispered to Lydia, trying to cheer up his still offended friend, but she only snorted. The boy sighed heavily and began picking at his plate. Lydia raised her eyebrows in amazement - Stiles Stilinski hadn't piled on the food at the half-term celebration? Stiles Stilinski didn't basically gorge himself on food? That's impossible. Catching her friend's pleading pitying look, the girl hurriedly averted her eyes, successfully hiding a smile. Stiles, sighing again, put his fork away.

- Dude, what are you doing? - Scott asked, leaning in close to his best friend's ear.

- I can't. I can't get it straight. I look at Lydia, and it's like something's aching. - The boy complained, putting his palm to his chest.

- Say you're sorry. - McCall shrugged, though he didn't understand the girls' resentment. Nor did Stiles himself.

- Do you know why? - Stiles exclaimed, dropping his head sullenly. - I'd love to ask.

The boys had long since forgotten that this conversation was supposed to be quiet, talking in full voice. Lydia, hearing all this, couldn't hold back her smile. Stiles, who looked at her at that moment, first rounded his eyes in amazement and then smiled happily at his friend. Martin was about to jump to attention, but it was too late. Silently, the girl began to fork over her spaghetti, avoiding her friend's gaze. Allison, who had been watching her friends from the sidelines the whole time, smiled lightly, panting and rolling her eyes every second.

- Do you think I'm forgiven? - Stiles leaned over to Argent.

- I think you are. Just don't get in her face tonight. Especially not with Heather. - she advised her friend. The boy nodded, raising his eyebrows in bewilderment. Stiles scratched the back of his head, and once again came to the conclusion that he still didn't understand what he and Scott had done. - Don't ask. - Argent said, as if reading his mind. Stiles glanced gratefully at his friend and finally started to eat.

***

- Leeds, are you going to bed? - Allison asked when it was close to half past twelve. Malia was in the bathroom and Martin was getting ready for bed at the moment.

- I don't really feel like it. - The redhead admitted, pulling on her pyjama shirt.

- Me neither. - Argent nodded vigorously, sitting down on the bed in a Turkish style.

- Me too. - Malia said, coming out of the bathroom. A thick steam immediately billowed from the doorway into the room.

- Tate, Merlin's beard, how do you not boil in water like that? - Lydia asked, waving the steam away.

- I'm fine. I don't understand how you haven't frozen in yours. - Malia answered her, walking over to the mirror.

- My average water temperature is thirty-five degrees, what's wrong with that? - Martin asked, jokingly throwing a pillow at her friend.

- Mine is forty-five. - replied Tate, putting the pillow back.

- How are you still alive after such a temperature? - Martin's eyes widened and her eyebrows went up.

- Oh, come on, now. - Argent exclaimed, hanging her head off the bed. - Tell me what to do, because I'm bored.

- Well, we could play something. - Malia shrugged, brushing her wet hair.

- What? - Allison wondered, assuming a normal position.

- The same cards. - Malia waved her hand and slapped herself on the forehead for not thinking straight. - You don't know what it is, do you? - she asked with a note of hope in her voice. But when she saw the negative shake of her head, she sighed heavily. - You know, sometimes I seriously think that Muggles are more intelligent than wizards. - Tate rolled her eyes and sat down on the bed next to Martin. She took out her wand and whispered a drying spell. Malia's hair immediately became dry and straight. - Thank you. - The girl nodded and moved to her bed, changing her clothes.

- So what are these cards? - Argent asked, unusually impatient.

- Well, they come in many forms. - Malia began. - Playing, fortune-telling, geography. I meant the first kind.

- What are they? - Lydia asked.

- Rectangular sheets of cardboard or very thin plastic. - replied Malia. - Anyway, here. - The girl reached into her suitcase and pulled out a small box, holding it out to her friends. - A complete set of playing cards for the game is called a pack of cards. There are a total of fifty-four cards in this deck. There is also a reduced deck - then it has thirty-six cards. A full deck consists of thirteen cards of each suit and two jokers. Suits are only four - spades, diamonds, hearts and crosses. The crosses are also called clubs. The cards also differ in dignity. The smallest is considered a deuce, and the largest - the ace. It can only be beaten by a trump. Joker in various games can be either the oldest card, or replace any other card of the player's choice. The ace, by the way, in some games is not the highest card, but the lowest card. - Tate finished, exhaling with a sigh of relief.

- What is a trump card? - Allison asked, puzzled.

- Damn it. - Tate cursed softly, scratching the back of her head. - The trump suit is chosen at the beginning of the game. Actually, it's more like before the game starts. I'll show you how it's done later. A trump card can beat even an ace, unless it's a trump card. - Malia concluded.

- What kind of games can you play with these cards of yours? - Allison asked, still fiddling with the deck.

- Oh, there are a lot of them. They are divided into several groups, but I'll tell you only three - they are the most basic. There are family - these are those that have simple rules and are available for all ages. They include the game nine, Moor, chests and others. There are commercial - winning in them depends on the skill of the player. As a prize, by the way, is often something material. This group includes the game of bridge, preference, king, whist and the like. And then there is gambling - here they win depends largely on chance and only partly on the skill of the player. Games of this group are the most popular in the Muggle world. They include poker, blackjack, macau, ecarte, and a whole bunch of other games.

- Shall we play? - Argent suddenly suggested, picking over her cards.

- Let's do it. Just not on wishes, okay? - Tate asked.

- What's that? - Martin shifted her eyebrows.

-It's when the winner gets the right to make a wish for the loser as a prize. It's a trial game for now - no wishes. At the next one we can try. - replied Malia, shuffling the cards.

***

- It's not possible! - Malia laughed, looking at a smiling Lydia. - It's just beginner's luck.

- Yeah, right. - grinned Martin, twirling a strand of fiery red hair on her finger. - So, now for wishes?

- Let's do it with the boys, shall we? They should be more interesting. - Argent suggested.

- Why not? - Malia chuckled, and getting up from the bed and putting Janey on her shoulder, she left the room. Five minutes later, the three girls were settled in their familiar surroundings - Malia on the windowsill, Allison sitting with Scott, and Lydia with Stiles. The boys, by the way, looked awake, too, except for Stiles, who yawned occasionally, making the most awful noises, and was constantly being slapped by his friend.

- So, what are we playing? - Scott asked, getting his cards from Tate.

- Nines, but in reverse. - replied Tate, dealing out the whole deck.

- What do you mean? - Isaac asked perplexed.

- I mean, the last one out wins. And the one who stayed in the game, and everyone has already left, can also lose. - Malia smiled enigmatically. - So, ladies and gentlemen, here we go!

The game lasted for about twenty minutes as the boys thought over each of their moves, trying to keep track of the game and everyone's strategy. In the end, there were only three left in the game - Lydia, Malia, and Stiles. And to everyone's surprise, Tate was the next to leave the game, raising her eyebrows in amazement. At that, Martin and Stilinski smiled slightly.

- Now either Styles stays in the game and Lydia wins, or it's a tie. - Tate stated. This situation was due to the fact that both Stilinski and Martin had only one card in their hands.

- Come on, Leeds, let's go. - smirked Stiles.

- Do you want to fulfil my wish that badly? - Lydia raised an eyebrow, smiling lightly.

- 'No, they'll all fulfil our wishes. - Stilinski's eyes sparkled.

- Come on. - chuckled Martin and placed the card in front of her friend. Stiles, laughing merrily, covered Lydia's trump queen with a trump ace. The girl, smiling happily, patted her friend on the shoulder.

- Damn, now I'm really scared. - stretched Isaac, who was the first to leave the game. Now everyone realised that Lydia and Stiles were a nuclear mix, because Martin could easily think of something really great, and Stiles could easily figure out how to make it happen.

- Oh, come on, you're not the only one we're going to be asking. - Stiles chuckled. - You've all lost.

- Oh, yeah, thanks for reminding me. - Scott grinned.

- McCall, I wouldn't say anything if I were you. - Lydia slapped him on the back, getting out of bed and heading for the door.

- Or you'll be bowing to every Slytherin you see. - Stiles chuckled, picturing the scene.

- Quite possibly. - Lydia smiled.

- Where are you going? And the wishes? - Allison asked.

- Well, if you want, I can make a wish now. - stretched out Martin. Argent gave a silent yelp and ran out of the room, causing an explosion of laughter.

- Okay, girls, good night. - Stiles said, smiling. Malia nodded and left the room, but Lydia stayed behind. Suddenly approaching Stilinski, the girl hugged her friend, wondering what she was doing.

- Good night, Stiles. - whispered Martin in his ear and, smiling warmly at the others, left the room. The boy, slightly embarrassed, nodded at the door that had already closed.

On the edge between dream and reality, lying in bed, the boy suddenly smiled warmly, remembering the events of tonight. The image of a smiling Lydia stood before his eyes. It was silly, but it was today that Stiles realised that he could consider not only Malia a really good friend, but also Lydia and Allison. Those two were really important to him. Even probably more important than many of his other old friends. When the boy remembered Heather, the smile on his lips grew a little weaker. He still didn't understand what he had done wrong today. Why had Lydia taken such offence at him? What had he done wrong? No, he couldn't understand that. But he remembered the feeling of a hundred needles piercing his heart at once when Stiles was staring at Lydia's hard, hurt look. And he also remembered how light it felt when the redhead smiled.

His thoughts went back to today's game, and his smile grew wide again. He remembered the girl laughing, occasionally shushing him for making too much noise. He also remembered how they'd gotten Tate out of the game by gestures. They'd beaten the others in much the same way, but they'd changed their tactics slightly each time. He also kept thinking about that hug. Why had she hugged him in the first place? Why? For what? Why? Stiles thought once again that he didn't understand this girl at all. She hadn't looked at him only three hours ago, and now she was already hugging him. And why did he have that hug running through his head in the first place? Probably because it was their first hug. Somehow those thoughts made him feel warm and happy inside. Perhaps, Stiles thought, it was because Lydia and I were finally becoming friendly, close, and warm. His heart sank a little as the image of the happy Gryffindor girl reappeared before his eyes. The boy fell asleep with a slight smile on his lips, not even realising that the same expression was on Martin's face that night.

How wonderful it is when we are still children. As soon as a person grows up a little, everything changes - he starts to complicate everything, can never accept everything as it is, tries to be something he never was. It's a shame that in the very near future this could happen to the boys themselves. But now they are carefree children, who always have everything easy and simple, who even in the darkness can see a ray of hope and light.