Teen Wolf at Hogwarts

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- No, not like that! Not like that at all! - Laughing, Allison shouted.

Looking at the weather outside the window, the girls decided that spending this Sunday at the castle was the best idea. Taking their sketchbook with them, Lydia, Malia and Allison went down to the drawing room.

The place was in chaos. Due to the sharp October chill, no one had even thought of going outside the castle. Since tomorrow was already Halloween, the seniors had decided to decorate the room accordingly.

There were now candles above the fireplace, cobwebs hung in all the corners, and pumpkins with candles inside them were flying from the ceiling. Alumni with illusion spells had enchanted the portrait doorway so that when someone walked in, a horror film character would appear before them. A different one each time.

Absolutely the entire faculty was gathered in the drawing room. Four freshman boys were seated in armchairs by the fireplace. Not far from them sat the girls. Lydia was trying to cheer up Allison and Malia by drawing caricatures of them.

- Well, what are those eyes? They're not like that! And the cheekbones! Lydia! Allison exclaimed.

- I think they look like that,' Malia laughed and gave Lydia an 'A.

- Draw them,' Allison nodded at the boys. They were now gathered around them to listen to Stilinski and McCall's story. Matt and Isaac just sat next to them and laughed.

- What was that for? - Martin raised an eyebrow.

- You've already drawn everyone but them,' Malia interjected.

- What am I supposed to do, sit and stare at them? - Lydia asked.

- Why, can't you? I'll give you a ten,' Allison smirked.

- Me? I can't? - Lydia raised an eyebrow. - Sure you can! - The girl hissed, turning the page and picking up a pencil.

Tate and Argent looked at each other and winked.

- And here we are, coming back in. - Stiles was broadcasting at the time.

- We still think we haven't been spotted,' Scott said.

- So here we are. We're walking down the hall,' Stilinski continued. - 'And then we hear behind us, 'Oh, there you are!' - Stiles continues, waving his arms.

- We thought we were done for,' Scott said, breathing theatrically.

- And then he said, 'Boys, you forgot your broom,'' Stiles concluded, waving his arms out to the sides for good effect.

Since Lydia hadn't heard the story from the beginning, she didn't understand what was so funny, but all the boys' listeners burst into loud laughter, and Martin had no doubt that the story was funny.

- Tell me something else, Stee! - Heather exclaimed. Lydia exhaled irritably. That girl was always calling Stilinski and McCall some nicknames they wouldn't let the others use, not even Malia.

- Lydia, when you said you'd have to stare at them and I agreed, I didn't mean it so literally,' Allison said snidely.

- What?' Martin blinked in surprise. - I draw, or else I can't,' she said irritably.

Allison and Malia looked at the pristine sheet of paper and looked at it sceptically.

- That's it,' Lydia said after thirty minutes and handed the drawing to her friends.

- Lydia, that's amazing! - Argent exclaimed.

The drawing was really good.

Scott and Stiles's 'listeners' are shown from the back, and the boys are in the face. Both of them are smiling, the last rays of the autumn sun are playing in their hair.

Stilinski is captured at the moment when, especially playing, waving his arms, and Scott, smiling, looking at his friend. It made the drawing seem somehow alive. The ominous pumpkins flying from the ceiling added to the mystery of the picture. But it still made it feel warm and cosy.

- Thank you, of course, but you owe me a tenner,' Lydia said with a smile.

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When it was past midnight, the only people left in the living room were the girls asleep in their chairs and Scott and Stiles talking.

- I'm telling you, Scott, it's awesome! Imagine Peter's surprise! - Stilinski insisted.

- Stiles, that's impossible! Not even all adults can do that spell, let alone us! - Scott replied with a twist of his finger at his temple.

- All right, let's not do it this month. But let's try at least in the spring. Nothing's going to happen! - exclaimed Stiles.

- Not this month? - McCall marvelled. - Not this year, Stiles,' McCall hissed, staring at the fire.

- Okay. Well, what about- - Stilinski started.

- Stiles, we're freshmen! That's impossible! Yeah, fifth year, maybe. And then, only with the help of Lydia or Peter. - the boy sighed doomfully.

- I'll talk you into it, wolfie,' Stiles said with a smile, and Scott dropped his head into his arms with a groan. - Let's go to bed, or McGonagall will rip our heads off if we miss the dinner party.

Standing up and turning around, the boys took a few steps and froze, looking into the corner of the room.

- Do you see it, too? - Stiles whispered.

- 'Yeah,' Scott nodded, rubbing his eyes disbelievingly.

Walking over to the girls, Stiles picked up the sketchbook lying beside Lydia from the floor.

- Hey, Stiles, don't,' Scott tried to pull his friend away, but he wouldn't budge. Opening the last completed page, Stiles' eyes widened in surprise.

- Scott, it's us,' the boy whispered. Somehow the thought of Lydia wanting to draw him made him warm inside.

Approaching his friend from the back, Scott pulled out the sketchbook and placed it under Lydia's arm, closing it.

- 'Come on, Stiles, let's go. We have to go,' ignoring his best friend's protests, Scott led Stiles away to the bedroom after all.

The boys never noticed the letter in Allison's hands, which had Chris Argent's hand written in it:

'Hello, darling.

I'm sorry, but yes. It's true.

The hearing is set for the end of November. Don't worry, he's got himself a solicitor and it'll probably still go ahead.

Don't worry too much and live your life as normal.

Happy Halloween, honey.

Love you.

Dad.