Teen Wolf at Hogwarts

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- Scott, are you okay? - Malia asked, yawning, barely moving her feet.

- No, no, no, no and no. I should be with Stiles. He has to be with me. Do what? - Rounding his eyes in near panic, the boy gibbered, flailing his arms frantically.

- Scott,' Isaac sighed.

- What?' McCall exclaimed, 'This is the first time I can't do anything on my own. What's going to happen?

- Scott,' Allison put her hands on her friend's shoulders and looked at him firmly, 'You sent Stiles a present last night. Your owl will deliver it safely, you know that. You put the letter in the gift, you gave him your best wishes. Everything will be fine, okay?

- Okay,' the boy mumbled uncertainly.

- It's Lydia's birthday in a couple of days,' Matt reminded him, holding the door to the Great Hall for Malia and Allison.

- And then the second round of the Tournament,' Tate nodded.

- And then Christmas isn't far away,' Allison smiled.

- And you'll see your sweetheart,' Isaac concluded.

- If they let them go home,' Scott sighed. At that moment, as if out of spite, the person McCall wanted to see the least approached them.

- You're not talking about my sister? - Kyle, smiling broadly and tilting his head to the side, leaned over and rested his hands on the table, shifting his gaze from one to the other, 'What about her? Is she still alive? Didn't get into anything? I'm surprised. You see, she doesn't see fit to inform me, or my father, or Natalie, so you're my only way of finding out about her.

- I wouldn't see fit to inform you either if I were her,' Malia arched an eyebrow sceptically, squinting.

- Bold as ever,' the boy rolled his eyes, straightening up, 'Just tell her she's not coming home.

- That's not your call,' Tate spoke again.

- But it's not yours either,' Kyle made an angelic expression.

- She'll come back whenever and wherever she wants. And, if anything, she doesn't have to go home back to London. She's got plenty of places that fit that title more than her home estate, it would seem. So thank you for your attention, you're free to go,' Malia lifted her chin as if to put a stop to their conversation. Kyle, smiling, sent the girl an air kiss, causing her to only snort angrily again.

- We'll see about that,' Kyle glared at her and turned away, walking away.

***

- Happy birthday to you, my personal pain in the arse! - It was those words that woke Stiles up.

He'd been up half the night, as it was normal to be awake before an important event. He knew that absolutely everyone did that. However, he could safely say that he was awake and in a great mood. He only made sure of it when he opened his eyes.

- I've never had a better greeting,' the Gryffindor said with a warm smile.

Will, arms spread out to the sides, was standing just inside the Gryffindor boys' dormitory. Stiles had no idea how the Slytherin had got here, but he was very, very happy about it - however, a glance at the smiling Reno and Stilinski quickly realised who had let Will in here. Quickly jumping off the bed, Stiles hugged his laughing friend and thanked Gary, Connor and Ethan, who also congratulated him.

- How old are you now, you restless creature? - Reno asked with a smile.

- Thirteen,' Stiles smiled back.

- Look, you should probably go get ready, since you've overslept,' Stiles snorted, but Will only continued, smiling, 'But first you have to go through your presents. Or at least one of them, McCall's. He urged me and Reno to show it to you first thing in the morning.

- Perhaps even too strongly,' the Charmbatonian added.

- Jesus,' Stiles exhaled in admiration as he looked at the stacked gifts and the letters on top.

- Scott's gift is in a bright red wrapping, and the letter is right on top of the others,' Will informed his friend.

Stiles, giving Will another hug, sank right down to the floor next to the gifts and greetings. Quickly running his eyes over the boxes wrapped in colourful paper, Stiles deduced that absolutely all the boys from Hogwarts had congratulated him, unlike those at Beauxbaton. Obviously they were going to do it in person, and Stilinski was much happier about this method of handing over gifts.

With bated breath, the Gryffindor removed his best friend's letter and gift from the very top of the pile. Ripping off the golden ribbon and bright red wrapping paper in his haste, Stiles smiled. Or rather, he was beginning to fear that his cheeks were about to curl, but he smiled nonetheless. Now he was holding a plain blueish box of All Sorts of Magical Pests, papered with papers and baby pictures of Scott and Stiles. They had a tradition of giving this set to each other every year, as each time the creators brought something new, as yet undiscovered, to the pests. And Scott and Stiles were always keen to explore the unknown.

Scott also always gave Stiles presents, sticking them with all the notes and photos he'd accumulated over the years. Stiles just didn't understand how McCall got so many of them, but he was still as happy as a kid every time.

Naturally, Scott had also put a bunch of unhealthy Hogsmeade sweets in the box, and Stiles was ready to cry with joy. He read the letter on the run, hastily pulling on his jeans and looking for his sneakers. Scott wished him everything, as he always did, the worst and the best at the same time, as well as sincere congratulations and love. Somehow McCall had also managed to write a few words about the new scheme for the upcoming Gryffindor and Hufflepuff game, sketching it out in the margins.

Will ended up pushing Stiles out of the room as he rushed to open all the presents, promising to do it all in a matter of minutes. The Slytherin remained adamant, and after a couple of minutes the boys entered the Hall, out of breath but still smiling.

- Obviously I shouldn't scold you for being late today, right? - Lydia asked with a sigh as the boys sat down next to her - Will still didn't want to sit at the table with the other Slytherins, and Stefan hadn't made him.

- Obviously not,' Stiles said with the widest smile, dropping into his seat.

- Well, then,' Lydia smiled faintly and kissed Stilinski on the cheek, 'Happy Birthday. It was a formality, I'll present the gift later, since I haven't finished with the decoration.

- I don't think Stiles needs any more presents,' Will whispered under his breath. Lucky for him, no one could hear him.

- Shall we throw a big party in Stilinski's honour? I like it,' Stiles said, glowing. Lydia snorted, holding back a smile.

- I'm sorry, darling, but no,' Eleanor said, coming up behind her. She hugged Stiles from behind and kissed him on the other cheek, then placed the gold paper wrapped box in his lap and smiled guiltily, 'Whatever you're doing today, I probably won't be able to make it. I'm sorry, I really am, but I'm failing Ethics and I'm going to have to revise absolutely everything to a perfect score.

- Oh, you're going to be a perfectionist for one night? - Lydia smiled.

- 'Sort of,' Eleanor shrugged, 'I'm really sorry, guys. I'll try to catch up with you guys again tonight, honestly. Love you. Have a good day,' she waved to her friends and left the room without eating breakfast.

- Poor guy,' Stiles sighed.

- I'll never understand why she gets shafted in ethics,' Will nodded.

- For not accepting conformity. People are always repelled by the unconventional, which Eleanor is. It's simple,' Lydia shrugged.

- It's familiar to some people, right? - Will smiled.

- Oh, come on, everyone loves me,' Martin waved him away, obviously jokingly.

- You bet they do,' Stiles smiled faintly, not noticing that his comment had been overheard by Will, who was barely containing his laughter.

***

- A botched assignment can't help you, Mr Leahy, as much as you'd like it to, sorry,' Peter said with his typical half-smile, sitting at his desk. Isaac and Ethan glanced at each other for a few seconds, and then went to different sides of the room, obviously blaming each other. 'Okay, well, I'm tired of listening to all the mumbling and stuttering, so if you'll excuse me, I'll call the first-place group. Raken, Tate, to the board,' Hale said, holding back a yawn and glancing around at his students with a bored look.

- He's just messing with all of us,' Scott whispered in Matt's ear, glancing resentfully at his name on the board. He and Erica had been in second place last class, but now they had slipped to fourth, all because the Slytherin hadn't bothered to write out all the definitions in the book Scott had prepared. He was annoyed and angry that the girl was incapable of even that, but there was nothing he could do about it.

- You're right, Mr McCall, I am kidding,' Peter said in a low voice and turned to Malia and Theo, who had come out and were checking their notes in a whisper.

Everyone knew that the two of them worked really well together. They had every project at least ninety-five per cent complete, they spoke without stuttering, distributing the work fairly. That wasn't even close in the other pairs. With Scott and Erica, all the work fell to McCall, who, though he was doing a great job, couldn't carry the group alone. In the pairing of Allison and Tracey, the opposite was true, as the Slytherin decided that Argent wasn't capable of doing the job and simply kept the Gryffindor away from the project. The outcome was the same - they couldn't get any of the projects done properly. The twin pairings with Isaac and Matt were worth not mentioning at all. The first time Leahy and Ethan had done a redcaps project instead of a werewolf project, they'd gotten points for making Peter laugh.

- So,' Malia exhaled. She was nervous every time, as she was afraid of letting herself and Theo down, but Reiken smiled encouragingly at her, and the girl immediately pulled herself together, 'The topic of today's project is the confrontation we discussed in the first lesson. You, Professor,' Tate glanced at Hale, 'said that the strongest alliances come from previously opposing sides. We've prepared examples to prove it.

- The first one is a surface example,' Theo said, giving Malia a moment's respite, 'Faculty confrontations are always pretty awful and serious, but we all face them on a daily basis. In the first lesson we talked about Lydia, Stiles and Will, and I can tell you now about myself and Malia, for example. You can also take the founders as an example. Godric and Salazar were once best friends, but there was always a confrontation between them that lasted forever. They argued, competed, never agreed, but it strengthened their alliance and everything they did.

- You could take any of us as an example,' Malia nodded, 'You could also take muggles and muggles as examples. Muggles may not realise we exist, but subconsciously we are always competing with them. Nevertheless, at every opportunity, mages defend muggles. It's a one-sided confrontation, but it's a two-sided alliance.

- There are many more examples of this, but it would take too long. The point we wanted to make is that any kind of confrontation makes people stronger,' Malia frowned, trying to remember when they'd said that, but didn't interfere, 'Obedience and conformity makes people weak, deprives them of their own opinions.

- Is that your conclusion? - Peter raised his eyebrows. Theo and Malia looked at each other and nodded, rubbing the parchment in their hands. 'Well, that's fine,' Hale grinned, 'I'll give you thirty points, because your project was a little weak,' Malia sighed, promising herself to ask Theo what happened at the end, 'Matt and Aiden, is there any point in listening to you? - Peter asked with a sigh as he looked away from Malia and Theo.

- I don't think so, sir,' Matt shook his head, lowering his gaze.

- Great,' Peter smiled and turned to the board where the pairs were marked and the number of points awarded to them, "Despite Malia and Theo not completing their project assignment very well, they are still in first place and I congratulate them sincerely," the boys looked at each other, smiling faintly, 'Automatic top marks for the term and a homework exemption until Christmas is your reward, as I promised. You are free to go,' Malia and Theo looked at each other, thanked the professor and looked at their friends, walking out of the classroom, "The rest of you write down the new assignment," annoyed groans and sighs spread through the class, but Peter only smiled.

Malia walked out of the classroom and wondered to herself if she should even ask Theo anything. They had done a great job, there had only been one minor misstep, but they still did the best job they could, so was it worth bothering the Slytherin? Tate had noticed for a long time that Theo had been bruising under his eyes for a while now, he was quieter and a little more irritable, but Raken never said anything about it, nor did he show it to the Gryffindor. He never snapped at her, only occasionally saying that he was tired and asking her to reschedule for the next day. When Tate agreed and came to the library the next day, she saw that Theo had already done more than half of the work they were supposed to do together for the week.

- Is something wrong? - Theo's voice made her stop pondering and raise her gaze to the Slytherin.

- What makes you think that? - She frowned.

- 'Well, for one thing, you seem really stressed,' Raken shrugged.

- A little tired. It's Stiles' birthday, Scott didn't let me have a proper breakfast today,' Tate smiled.

- Well, maybe. But then why have you been walking with me to the dungeons for a few minutes now? - Raken arched an eyebrow. Malia rounded her eyes and stopped, trying to find a way out of the situation.

- 'I,' Tate stammered, blushing, 'I just have potions right now.

- You have a window now, stop it,' Theo laughed, 'I learnt your schedule three weeks ago, remember? We always had projects ready at this time. Malia, what's wrong?

- You're so tedious,' the Gryffindor sighed irritably.

- So are you,' Theo shrugged, leaning against the wall.

- 'I was just thinking about why you ended the project the way you did. I mean, you said yesterday that you were going to finish it yourself, but that wasn't really your style. And we didn't really come to that conclusion,' Malia didn't notice that Theo's smile had disappeared, and now the boy was looking at her with a frown and tight lips.

- 'I didn't quite finish the end of the project yesterday, I'm sorry,' he spoke. His voice became quieter, which made Malia finally pay attention to her interlocutor, 'I was busy with something else. Not me, but my head. I can't get my mind off of something.

- What is it? - Tate raised her eyebrows. Theo stared at her for a few seconds, and then he pulled away from the wall and straightened up, turning to face the corridor to leave.

- Don't believe everyone around you, okay? Appearances are very deceiving. People really like to lie. And some people just have to do it,' Theo walked away with those words, leaving Malia with her own thoughts. When he was on his way to his room, he couldn't stand it anymore and whispered under his breath, 'You wouldn't have come to me knowing what I did.

***

It seemed to Stiles that time had flown by completely unnoticed. It seemed like he'd just arrived in the Great Hall for breakfast, and now he'd already finished all his lessons and was walking somewhere, guided by a smiling Will.

He had managed to open all the presents and read all the letters during the lunch break - the Gryffindors had no class and that gave the boy an extra forty minutes. He even wrote a reply to the Hogwarts boys. He really didn't want to write much, but he'd written several scrolls of parchment and now he honestly hoped he wouldn't be cursed in England for it.

After class, Lydia said she had to leave for a while, and Will nodded understandingly and led Stiles somewhere, refusing to say where. They walked for about fifteen minutes down some secret corridor hidden behind a tapestry, and Stiles, though he didn't want to admit it one hundred percent, knew that he'd never been down that corridor, and he couldn't tell where they were going. But his agony didn't last long. After about another five minutes, the boys finally emerged from the corridor, and Stilinski laughed, covering his eyes with his palm.

- You took me the hell out of here just so I wouldn't know where we were going? - Stiles asked his friend with a smile, landing on his favourite window sill in the corridor on the fourth floor.

- No, it's just that it was expected, and so you had time to think that we had something special in store for you. Since we didn't, you get what you got,' Will sat down next to his friend.

- Thanks a lot, mate,' Stiles laughed.

Lydia joined them about twenty minutes later. She had changed out of her school uniform into a warm jumper and skirt. Her favourite bag was hanging on her shoulder, of course, and something told Stiles that it contained something important, since the redhead hadn't let it out of her hands at all.

- Marzia and Sonia sent their sincere congratulations, but they couldn't come because they are still trying to sort out the spheres,' she said, sitting between the boys, "And I also met someone who is coming today, and you should be very happy about that," Martin smiled at Stiles, opening the bag and handing the boys magical fizzy drinks.

- From where? - Stilinski marvelled.

- I bought them in London on the first of September,' the redhead grinned, 'I did a little magic on them, so they won't run out before midnight. Another formality,' the redhead grinned at her best friend's astonished face. Will, on the other hand, watched them both with a smile, quietly eating the regenerating fizz.

- Lydia Martin, you're amazing,' Stiles said.

- Oh, thank you,' Lydia laughed, clearly taking Stilinski's words as a joke. Will barely restrained himself from rolling his eyes.

They were having fun together, as they always did. Lydia sketched Will and Stiles, putting special emphasis on the latter, as if to show his specialness on this day. Will and Stiles told - making up stories as they went along - to each other and the redhead, laughing. Collectively, the boys decided not to go to dinner. After about an hour anyway, Reno and Stephan came up to them with a cake that had come from nowhere - Lydia was sure they'd just reached the village. It was about then that Eleanor came in. Will and Stiles were surprised, and Lydia only laughed, hugging her friend and congratulating her on passing ethics. It turned out that the redhead had managed to write Eleanor a whole essay on one of the most difficult topics, and the teacher of the charmbaton, being shocked by such a beautiful work, gave the girl a credit, forgetting about the rest of the debts.

- So now I just couldn't not come, - Eleanor broadcasted, sitting next to Lydia and constantly thanking the redhead.

- We're friends, it's normal,' Martin waved her off. Eleanor just laughed and hugged her again.

Stiles was happier than ever. For some reason, just looking at his smiling friends made his mood soar. He especially liked looking at Lydia and Eleanor sitting next to him. He remembered very well that the girls hadn't gotten along at first, but the way they were getting along now made him smile happily every few minutes.

The time was approaching late at night. Reno and Stefan were the first to leave, promising to cover for them in case they 'accidentally' forgot about the fourth floor during their rounds of the castle. And in the end, only Lydia, Will, Eleanor and Stiles were left again.

The boys were really tired, but they didn't want to leave. Lydia still couldn't give the gift, not knowing if the moment was right. And just when she was about to do it, uninvited guests rushed in. Lydia was prepared for anything but what happened in the end.

- We need your help again, - Ivan said, looking at Lydia frowning.

- Not today,' Martin cut her off, looking straight at them. Stiles smiled faintly as he pressed his lips together.

- We really need your help,' Jackson sighed, 'It won't take long.

- I'm not leaving Stiles tonight, okay? You'll get through the evening without my help. What kind of help could you possibly need at half past twelve at night? - the redhead rolled her eyes. Sophie, sniffling in her lap, twitched faintly, but didn't wake up.

- We have an idea about the spheres,' Ivan looked at the girl pleadingly.

- We think we've figured out how to do it. The sooner we test it, the sooner we can help the Champions,' Jackson added, folding his arms across his chest.

- Are you sure your hunch is right? Why should I leave if there are no guarantees? - Stiles realised that Lydia was trying her best to stay, and he really wished she wouldn't go, but he knew that Jackson and Ivan were right in this situation. He was being selfish, but he didn't want her to leave him.

- We were right last time,' Ivan shrugged. Jackson nodded and gave Will and Stiles a cold look.

- Why can't this wait until tomorrow? - Lydia sighed.

- 'Because there's something that could work just for today. I'm begging you, just leave your feeble friends for half an hour,' Jackson pleaded.

- You're such freaks,' Eleanor said clearly.

- Oh, thank you, it's a pleasure,' Jackson gave the girl a half-joking bow.

- Stiles, is it okay if I leave? I'll be back as soon as I can,' Lydia looked guiltily at her best friend. Stiles nodded, squeezing out a smile. Martin hugged him and left, leaving the three boys in the corridor on the fourth floor.

Eleanor was the next to leave, regretting that they were being watched much more strictly than the Hogwarts students - the girl was already late and out of bounds here. Stiles said he understood, and the girl hugged him and wished him a happy birthday again. About ten minutes later, Will and Stiles were on their way down to the main staircase to separate into their bedrooms.

- Dude,' Will began with a sigh, 'I'm sorry you were in a bad mood towards the end, but I'm begging you, don't be selfish. Lydia is helping Marzia, you know that, and you know it's important. Just wait for her, okay? Don't say anything stupid like you did a few weeks ago. Is she coming?

- Deal,' Stiles grinned. Will, smiling, hugged his friend and left.

Stiles, arriving in the living room, pondered for only a few moments before lighting a fire in the fireplace and dropping into a chair, climbing into it with his feet up. He had a clear desire to wait for Martin, no matter how long it took. Anyway, there had obviously been too many experiences today, and Stilinski dozed off. He had no idea how much time had passed, but when a soft hand touched his shoulder, he flinched and woke up to the direct gaze of green eyes.

- It's you,' Stiles grinned, immediately calming down and sitting up straight. Lydia smiled and nodded, pulling the sleeves of her jumper down to cover her fingers and keep her warm, 'How are things going with the spheres? - Stilinski asked.

- We opened them,' Martin grinned. Stiles raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if asking the redhead to continue, 'We tried several times, and the last time we actually succeeded. There were some Runes inside the spheres.

- Did you decipher it? - Stiles asked, confident of a positive answer.

- It wasn't Latin. Neither modern nor ancient. Nor were they Greek or Roman Runes. I have no idea what they are. But, apparently, only the Champions themselves can do that,' Lydia smiled, 'Have you been waiting for me for a long time? - The girl changed the subject, pulling up her knees and resting her chin on them.

- I don't think it was very long,' Stilinski shrugged, 'I was just too tired, I guess, so I fell asleep.

- Then we should split up,' Lydia sat up straight, and then she remembered something that made her cheeks flush, 'Only I haven't given you a present yet.

- Oh, right,' Stiles grinned as he watched the redhead rummage through her bag and pull out something wrapped in gold wrapping paper, 'Jackson and Ivan have been bugging you.

- What do you mean? - Martin frowned.

- You forgot what you wanted to do. Well, almost,' Stilinski shrugged, feeling selfish and awful again, but not doing anything about it.

- 'I didn't forget,' Martin shook her head, 'Why would you even think that?

- They've been doing this for a month or so now. All the time you're going off. Like what they do is more important to you than me or Will,' Stiles again didn't realise what he had said until he looked at Martin. She was sitting there smiling, squinting her eyes. And then she picked up the present and threw it on the chair next to Stiles, getting to her feet and turning her back to Stilinski.

- 'Happy birthday, Stiles. I wish you to stop thinking only of yourself,' Martin finally turned away with those words, but she was stopped by Stiles' words, which he could have sworn he didn't want to say at all.

- As I do to you,' it was said more to stop Martin than to hurt her. Stiles pressed his palm to his mouth as he ran the words through his head. Lydia turned round to him, staring in disbelief.

- Thank you for the wish. I'll keep it in mind,' she said quietly, 'Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll leave. That's not too selfish, don't you think? - Lydia walked away, as quickly as she could, without waiting for another answer.

Stiles groaned and covered his face with his palms, cursing himself. He literally didn't want to say it. He didn't know what had happened. Didn't know, didn't understand, didn't even realise. That was the thing. He didn't realise. Didn't think when he said it, that's the result. Just like last time, he said the first thing that came into his sarcasm-soaked head. He'd just wanted to stop her, to give himself a chance to fix things, but he'd ended up doing the exact opposite. As he always did, though.

Tim snorted and turned away from him, expressing his contempt. Stiles understood him. He wanted to turn away from himself, but it was impossible. And just then, something on a nearby chair glinted in the glow of the fire. Stiles had forgotten all about the gift. He didn't even know if he deserved to open it now. But on the other hand, if he didn't touch it, it would look like a terribly rude gesture of neglect. It was these thoughts that gave Stiles the strength to tear off the tape and paper, and then a weak smile.

A slightly shabby old book fell into his lap, on top of which lay a note. Stiles ran his fingertips over the letters on the cover of the book and then the spine, unable to hide his smile.

- You remembered, and I acted like a jerk,' he whispered under his breath. Then he picked up the note and his smile grew a little wider, though there was more pain and guilt in his eyes, 'Someone really wanted that book, as I recall. Well, a very good man, myself included, found it for you. I hope you understand it, because I understand there are a lot of inserts in French. Why someone would write a book in two languages at once, I have no idea. Happy birthday, Stiles Stilinski. I hope you're happy with this gift,' Stilinski whispered.

He didn't even remember how he got back to the room, how he lay down on the bed. All he remembered was that he held the book to him until he fell asleep, and he couldn't stop thinking about who had given it to him, promising himself to apologise the next day and stop being such a stupid, selfish idiot. Lydia lay back and promised herself not to let her feelings get the better of her, for it was not her style, she could not. And nothing had happened that seemed to hurt her so much, had it? The lump in her throat suggested not. In the end they fell asleep, unable to pull themselves together. Lydia fell asleep with her cheeks wet with tears, and Stiles still couldn't stop stroking the engraved 'Little Mermaid' inscription on the cover.

No matter how well the day started, it could end in disaster. No matter how many times Stiles was personally convinced of this, he still stepped on the same rake every time. Obviously, he was not destined to ever get better, no matter how much he wanted to.