"Witches. Of course, why not? I was just thinking we didn't have enough supernatural crap on our hands already," Stiles exclaimed exasperatedly. He, Scott, Derek, Isaac, Kira, and Lydia were crowded around Deaton's operating table listening intently as Deaton gave them the rundown of the latest cause of mass homicide in Beacon Hills.
Deaton continued as if uninterrupted, "They're going to amass great power if they can complete the spell with the Nemeton on the full moon. Our best option is to strike now and try to prevent them from getting that far." "And how exactly do we fight witches? We're not exactly experts on them, if you hadn't noticed," Isaac interjected, earning a sideways glare from Derek who was trying not to lose his patience on all the distractions from the problem at hand.
"Witches are powerful, but not very fast at casting spells. If we can force one of these on the witches before they can do any damage," Deaton said as he placed what looked like a crown made out of branches on the table, "we can stop them from making any progress with their plans."
"What is this?" Kira asked as she picked up and examined the crown. "It's a crown made out of the branches of the rowan tree. It will stifle the witch's magic and can't be taken off by anyone who uses magic." Deaton replied.
"So once we put the crowns on them they'll be powerless?" Scott asked, taking the crown from Kira to look at it himself. "Precisely. However, I only have one crown fully made so I'm going to need help crafting the rest. Any volunteers?" Deaton asked, looking at the teens expectantly.
Everyone else turned to look at Stiles. "What? Why do I always get stuck with the lame jobs?" Stiles asked, waving his arms around to express how upset he was. "Well, I mean, the rest of us will probably be fighting the witches ourselves, so it's really only fair," Scott said sheepishly. "Well what about Lydia? She's not going to be fighting either, will she?" Stiles replied, somewhat offended that he had to pick up the slack just because everyone else had supernatural help.
"Lydia will be figuring out where the witches' hide out is. She should be able to focus her hearing to find where the source of the magic is coming from." Deaton replied while Lydia looked smugly back at Stiles. "Please?" Scott added, turning his puppy dog eyes onto maximum. Stiles groaned, but said, "Fine. But next time I get to go accessorize witches while the rest of you get splinters up the ass trying to make stupid crowns."