Elsa found the grocery store quickly, having drove around the town the day she and the others arrived and a few times after that. Parking the Black Cadillac Escalade Luxury SUV, she, Draco, and Blaise got out of the vehicle and headed inside the store. Grabbing a cart, she headed for the meat section first, ignoring the looks people were sending them. They had been in the store for almost two hours when she caught the scent. She followed it, leaving Blaise and Draco bickering in the snack aisle, pulling to an abrupt stop when she nearly crashed into another cart.
"Shit! I'm sorry!" she apologized, looking up and locking eyes with whiskey colored orbs. Her breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly.
The teenager, around her age, blinked in shock before flailing slightly. "Are you okay?" he asked, looking her over for any injuries.
She nodded, her gaze not moving from the male before her. "Yeah, I'm fine. What about you?"
"Perfectly okay. Um, are you new to town or something? I don't remember ever seeing you around." the teen was studying her face with confused interest.
"Yeah, I just moved here with my brother and some friends. I'm Elsa, Elsa Greyback." she held out her hand.
The teen smiled and shook it. "Stiles Stilinksi."
Elsa blinked before smiling. "Is Stiles a nickname?"
He nodded. "Yeah. When I was younger, my teachers couldn't pronounce my name."
"Really? Is it Greek or Romanian?" she asked curiously.
"Polish, actually."
"Really? That's so cool. My name originates from Germany, but I heard it's from a bunch of other places too." she paused, "Hey, do you go to Beacon Hills High?" she blurted suddenly, almost desperately hoping that the answer was yes.
Stiles nodded. "I'm gonna be a junior."
Elsa beamed, letting out a relieved sigh. "Thank Merlin! It's good to know that I'll know at least one person there."
Stiles arched an eyebrow at her. "Merlin?"
Elsa smiled a bit sheepishly. "I'm a bit of a mythology geek and read a lot of the stories about King Arthur and I guess I sort of began to idolize Merlin. Strange, huh?"
"Wouldn't you idolize Arthur instead? I mean, he's the hero." Stiles had an adorable confused, curious look on his face.
Elsa waved her hand dismissively. "Oh please. Arthur wouldn't have been as great without Merlin by his side. It's the sidekicks that are the true masterminds. Like Batman! Where would Bruce Wayne be without Alfred? Truth is, I'd rather be the sidekick than the hero." she whispered to him as if she were telling him a secret before grinning brightly.
Stiles stared at her in awe and went to respond but a snort from behind Elsa made them jump. The redhead turned to see Blaise, who smirked at her.
"Oh please, Elsa. If anything, you'd be the villain, not the hero or sidekick." he told her.
She smirked at him. "I would make an awesome villain, huh? I'd take over the world and have a worldwide prank war." she chuckled evilly.
Blaise paled at her words. "Not a prank war. Elsa, I swear to-"
"Prank war? What's this about a prank war?" Draco demanded, approaching with an arm full of snacks, nearly all of it being some type of candy. The blonde would never say it out loud, but he had a major sweet tooth that was almost as big as Elsa's (who had once spent two days eating nothing but sweets). He eyed Elsa suspiciously as he put the snacks in the cart. "Seriously, what's this about a prank war?"
Elsa rolled her eyes. "Blaise said I'd be a villain, not a hero-"
"And he's right." Draco interrupted, nodding in agreement with his mate.
The redhead huffed and glared at him half-heartedly. "Anyway, I told him I'd take over the world and have a worldwide prank war." she smiled wickedly, eyes glinting with mischief.
Draco paled so fast that Elsa was actually worried for a moment. "No. No. Bloody hell, it'd be chaos." he said in horror.
"Would it really be that bad?" Stiles spoke up, eyebrows raised. "A worldwide prank war sounds fun, actually."
Elsa beamed at him, making him flush red, while Draco and Blaise frantically shook their heads. "Aw, see, Stiles agrees with me! You can totally be my second in command." she told the teen, who laughed.
"Awesome."
"No no no no. Don't encourage her. It's bad enough when she, Harry and the twins have a prank war." Draco groaned.
Elsa scoffed. "You're just upset that you ended up with bright pink hair and orange skin for a week that one time." she waved her hand dismissively.
Stiles blinked in shock before bursting into laughter at the image.
Draco pouted and glared at both him and Elsa.
Elsa smiled innocently at him. "Oh, Draco, Blaise, this is Stiles Stilinski. He's a junior at Beacon Hills High. Stiles, this is Draco Malfoy, my best friend, and Blaise Zabini, his boyfriend and my other best friend." she introduced the three to each other.
"Nice to meet you." Blaise smiled at Stiles.
"Um, nice to meet you too." Stiles waved.
Elsa turned to the whiskey eyed teen. "Hey, do you wanna hang out sometime? I have a PS3 and a dozen games that I have yet to play and the boys that I live with usually have something better to do, according to them."
"That's because we do, Els." Draco drawled, shooting Blaise a flirty wink.
Elsa mock gagged. "I don't want to know. Walking in on you guys is bad enough." she shuddered before turning back to Stiles, who was watching them with amusement. "So?"
Stiles grinned at her. "I'd love too. Can my friend come?"
"Of course! The more the merrier." Elsa took out her phone and handed it to Stiles after unlocking it. "Put your number in."
He did so, sending a text to himself so that he had her number as well. Handing it back to her, he watched as she typed something before putting it away. He jumped when his phone beeped, signalling that he had a new text. Taking out his cell, he checked the number, seeing one he didn't recognize. Realizing that Elsa had sent him a text, he opened it, his jaw dropping when he saw the address that he figured was hers.
"That's my address, but I think you've already guessed that, judging by your face."
His gaze shot to her. "You live in that old stone mansion in the woods?" he asked incredulously.
She nodded. "It's been in my family since my great something grandfather built it in the early 1500s. I inherited it."
Stiles gaped for a moment before he nodded. "Um, okay. So, uh, when do you want me to come over? Sadly, I have no plans at all this summer." he said with a bit of a pout that Elsa found utterly adorable.
"How about today?" Blaise spoke up. "We don't have plans, either."
Elsa nodded. "Yeah, today is good." she agreed. "But we should check out first."
Stiles jerked, suddenly remembering that they were in the grocery store. "Oh, yeah, we should do that."
She chuckled and moved her cart. "I'll see you soon, kay?"
He nodded, watching her walk away with Draco and Blaise with wide eyes. Pulling out his phone, he dialed Scott, who ansered on the second ring. "Dude, cancel any plans you have today."
/
Elsa was feeding Calla when she heard the doorbell. Wiping her daughter's mouth clean, she lifted the two year old into her arms and headed for the front door. She opened it, smiling brightly when she saw Stiles and a teen with dark hair and an uneven jaw, who happened to be giving her an odd look.
"Come in, come in." she moved aside. "I'm Elsa, by the way." she said to the boy she didn't know, licking her lips as a subtle way to taste the air. She fought the urge to raise an eyebrow. The male wasn't human. The air around him was similar to Fenrir, yet different at the same time.
"I'm Scott." the male answered semi-distractedly.
The two boys entered the mansion, looks of awe on their faces. Elsa closed the door, smiling at their reactions.
"Harry! Fred! George! Draco! Blaise! Our guests are here!" she waited a moment to see if any of them would reveal themselves. She grimaced when they didn't. "Well, they're all most likely fucking like rabbits up there." she sighed.
"There was only minor groping involved, Els." Blaise said as he walked down the stairs.
Elsa arched an eyebrow at him dubiously. "Minor?" she repeated sceptically, taking in Draco's rumpled look.
The blonde flushed red. "Shut up," he pouted.
She rolled her eyes and turned to Blaise. "My brother and the twins?"
"Oh, they're having sex. Did you know Harry's a screamer?"
Elsa's face scrunched up in disgust. "Oh, gross. I didn't need to know that. And watch your language. There's a toddler present."
He chuckled. "You, ma'am."
Elsa hmphed and turned to Scott and Stiles, smiling at them as she shifted Calla in her arms. "Guys, this little cutie is Calla. Say hi, Cal." she coooed to her daughter.
Calla smiled shyly and waved. "Hello." she murmered.
Stiles melted at her utter adorableness. "Aw, you're so cute! Hi, Calla. I'm Stiles."
The two year old giggled and held out her arms, demanding him to pick her up with her eyes. Stiles hesitated, giving Elsa a questioning look. Elsa chuckled and gently handed Calla to him, watching as he lifted her up into his arms. Calla studied him intently and patted his face, head titled as she blinked at him.
"... Pretty." she muttered, making him flush a light pink while Scott burst into laughter.
Elsa grinned and kissed her daughter's cheek. "He is pretty, isn't he?" she sent Stiles a wink, her grin widening when he flushed a darker pink.
Calla giggled again and snuggled into Stiles, closing her eyes.
Elsa gazed at her daughter fondly for a moment before turning and motioning for Stiles and Scott to follow her. Entering the home theater/game room, she flipped on the light. The room was large, a large flatscreen on one end with cedar shelves on each side of it, which were filled with video games and movies. In front of the tv was a large L -shaped, grey couch and ottoman with dark red throw pillows and a maroon, fringed throw blanket. Two matching chairs were on each side of it. To the right of the couch was a door that opened to a cedar closet, which held extra pillows and blankets, a few board games, as well as a few other things. On the other end of the room was a rounded table and a pool table, a dark blue rug underneath the pool table. There was a marble fireplace behind the pool table and thick dark blue drapes covered the windows. Scott and Stiles's jaws dropped as they looked around.
"Holy shit. You have a home theater?" Stiles asked Elsa incredulously. "Not that I'm complaining, cuz this room is totally amazing."
Elsa laughed. "Yeah, this a home theater, as well as the game room. Harry and I had the place upgraded before we moved in. This used to be the drawing room." she told them, sitting on the couch and patting the seat beside her. "Come sit. We'll watch some movies and play video games." She turned her attention to Blaise and Draco. "Can you two get Calla's play pin?"
They nodded and left the room to go get while the other two teens sat on the couch, Stiles on her left with Scott on his other side. Calla lifted her head up, yawning as she looked around tiredly.
"Mama?"
Elsa cooed. "I'm here, sweetie." she said, leaning over to kiss the little girl's forehead.
Calla made a small noise of acknowledgement before once again snuggling into Stiles, who stared at her.
"So Calla is your daughter?" he asked curiously.
She nodded. "Hmm. Calla Liatris Po-Greyback. She was born a month before I turned 15. It had been one hell of a shock, finding out that I was going to be a mother so soon, but I don't regret having her."
"What about her father? Where's he?" Scott asked curiously.
Elsa smiled sadly, grief, anger, and pain flashing through her eyes. "Her other parent died a year ago."
Stiles and Scott's eyes widened in shock.
Arms wrapped around Elsa's shoulders from behind and squeezed her tightly, a kiss being placed on the top of her head in silent comfort. She turned her head to see George and smiled at him, reaching up to squeeze his hand in thanks.
"Hey, George. Where's Har and Fred?" she asked, glancing around.
"Getting dressed." he smirked at her with a leer.
She grimaced. "More than I needed to know." she muttered, glancing up when Draco and Blaise entered the room with the play pin.
George laughed, hopping over the back of the couch and landing on the seat beside her. "Love you, too, sis." he ruffled her hair, laughing again when she smacked his hand away. He looked at Scoot and Stiles. "Hey, I'm George Weasley." he introduced himself.
"Stiles."
"Scott."
George nodded, eyeing Stiles from head to toe before sending Elsa an approving smirk, chuckling when she blushed. "Nice to meet you two."
"Hey, Els," Harry's voice reached them suddenly as he poked his head into the room. "Want me to get the snacks while you set up a movie?"
"Yeah, please." she called back to him.
He nodded and left, Fred entering the room a second later. The older Weasley twin plopped down on the couch on George's other side and waved to Scott and Stiles.
"'Ello. I'm Fred, George's twin."
George rolled his eyes. "Obviously, Gred."
"Shut it, Forge."
"They call each other Gred and Forge." Elsa explained when she saw Scott and Stiles's confused looks.
"They also pretend to be each other and have the annoying habit of finishing each other's sentences." Draco spoke up from his place on Blaise's lap.
Blaise snorted. "What's annoying is when Harry, Elsa, Fred, and George get together and plot. That's when things get really confusing."
Fred, George and Elsa grinned. "You know you love us, Blaise." they said, completely in sync.
"What's goin' on?" Harry asked, entering the room.
"Well, Harry dear, Draco -" Fred started.
"-and Blaise we just saying-" George continued.
"-how annoying it is when-" Elsa continued next.
"-we finish each other's sentences." the trio finished together.
Draco groaned, giving Scott and Stiles a sympathetic look when he saw their bewildered and lost looks. "See what we mean? When the four of them start, it's best to just try and ignore them."
"H-how do they do that?" Scott asked, eyes wide.
"We don't know." Blaise stated with a sigh. "We've tried to figure it out before, but we only ended up with headaches."
Harry set the armful of snacks down on the ottoman, grinning at Blaise. "It's a twin thing. Just leave it at that."
"Wait, are you and Elsa twins?" Scott asked curiously.
Harry nodded. "Yup. I'm Harry, by the way."
"I'm Stiles, that's Scott." Stiles responded.
Harry smiled at him. "Nice to meet you, Stiles, Scott." he said, moving over to his mates and sitting on Geoge's lap, his legs draped over Fred's.
Elsa turned her attention to her daughter and, seeing that she was practically asleep, began to pick her up, only to the toddler protest.
"No! Stay!" Calla cried, clutching Stiles' shirt tightly in her hands.
Elsa blinked before smiling fondly. "She really likes you." she told Stiles, who's cheeks turned pink as he returned her smile shyly.
"Um, I don't mind if she stays on my lap." he told her.
She nodded and relaxed back in her seat. "So, what are we gonna watch? I vote for either Avengers or Ride Along."
"Hmm, I'm fine with both." Harry stated, grabbing a packet of skittles.
"Us too." the twins retorted.
Blaise shrugged. "Don't really care."
"I vote Avengers. Loki is an interesting character and Stark amuses me." Draco drawled. Elsa had forced him to watch every marvel movie ever made and Tony Stark was his favorite superhero.
Elsa turned to Scott and Stiles.
"We can watch both?" Stiles suggested, Scott nodding in agreement with him.
Elsa beamed at him. "Does that mean you two are staying for dinner?"
"My dad's working late tonight, so I can stay." Stiles said, for once being glad that his dad had the night shift.
"My mom is too, so I can stay as well." Scott spoke up.
Harry tilted his head to the side curiously. "What do your parents do?"
"My dad's the Sheriff."
"My mom's a nurse." Scott said, taking in a deep breath, figgeting for a moment before he suddenly whirled on Elsa, eyes confused and wary. "What are you guys? Your scents, they're not human."
Stiles turned wide eyes on Elsa, who smirked at them playfully. "Wha?"
"I was waiting for you to ask. I'm half Lamia, half witch. Draco is part wizard, part veela. Blaise is a wizard and Draco's mate. Fred and George are wizards and Harry's mates. Harry's like me, half Lamia, half wizard." she explained to them.
"Aren't Lamia human-snake women with deadly eyes and venom that eat children from Greek Mythology?" Stiles asked with astonishment.
"That whole eating eating children thing is an utter myth that humans created." Harry huffed. "Though we do have a hunger for raw meat, it's always animal." he reassured Stiles, who nodded.
"They deadly eyes and venom is true, though. We can also go full human, obviously, or full snake by will. And my race isn't just women. Men can be Lamia as well." Elsa added.
"So, you know what I am?" Scott asked them curiously.
Harry nodded. "You're a type of werewolf."
"A type?" Stiles asked while Scott just gave them a confused puppy look.
"Yeah. We know werewolves, but their scent and taste is different. The werewolves we know are Moon Lycans, weres that can only transform under the full moon and their inner wolf is a being in itself while still being a part of them." Elsa explained.
"No glowing eyes?" Stiles asked with interest.
"Glowing eyes?" Fred repeated, eyebrow arched.
Scott's eyes flashed a bright amber yellow as he shifted.
Elsa tilted her head to the side. "Huh. Fenrir and Remus's eyes turn amber, but not like that." she commented.
"Yellow eyes mean you're a Beta, as does blue. Red is for Alphas." Stiles stated.
"Interesting. Can you turn into a full wolf?" Blaise asked Scott, who shook his head no.
Elsa hummed in interest as she got up to put Avengers in the DVD player. Once everyone was relaxed, she turned the movie on, propping her feet up on the ottoman. She glanced to her left to see Calla fast asleep, curled into Stiles, and smiled softly. A bond was already starting to form between the two and she wouldn't be surprised if Stiles began to feel protective of the little girl. Elsa let out a soft sigh and turned her attemtion to the movie. She had a feeling that she was going to love Beacon Hills, for more reasons than one.
/
Elsa stretched as the credits for Ride Along played on the screen and stood. "Har, wanna give them a tour of the house while I start dinner? You can show them the basement."
"What's in the basement?" asked Scott a bit anxiously.
"You'll have to wait and see." Elsa winked before disappearing out of the room.
Harry chuckled and stood. "Come on, I'll show you what's in the basement."
Both teens shot up and followed the raven haired teen to and down the hallway to a door next to the staircase. Opening it and turning the light on, Harry led them down the rounded staircase. At the end was a long hallway, but only two doors, one on each side. Harry opened the one on the left and Scott gagged, immediately covering his mouth and nose with a look of pure disgust on his face. Harry burst into a fit of laughter.
"This is the potions lab. Elsa and I are rarely in here, mostly because the ingredients irritate our senses and when we lick our lips we can taste the scents, which is unpleastent at best." Harry explained. "Fred and George are usually the ones in here, doing experiments."
"Experiments?" Stiles asked, peeking inside. He eyed everything before he returned to the hallway.
Harry closed the door, an amused look in his eyes as Scott gasped in a breath. "They're inventors, if only for pranks. Word of the wise, don't eat or drink anything they give you. Especially candy."
"Why?" Scott wheezed slightly.
"Draco ate a lollipop they tricked him into eating once and he turned into a purple bunny hybrid for 24 hours."
Stiles and Scott's eyes widened in both horror and amusement.
Harry smirked. "And I suggest not getting on Elsa's bad side. She's the ultimate prank master. She turned Draco's godfather, Severus, into a neon yellow monkey with a bright red aphro after he insulted me one too many times. She didn't turn him back until a week and a half later, and that was only because our adoptive father ordered her too. The man refused to be in the same room with her after that."
Stiles and Scott snickered. "Elsa mentioned Draco having pink hair and orange skin for a week. Did that actually happen?" the former asked.
Harry nodded. "Mhmm. She did that one too, actually. The twins, Elsa, and I were having a prank war to see who could do the best pranks, Elsa and I vs. Fred and George. Draco flipped out when he woke up and saw himself in the mirror."
"Who won?" Scott asked curiously.
"Elsa and I. Fred and George sulked for weeks." Harry answered as he moved to the other door, opening it with a flourish. "This is the Dueling Room. Elsa and I spend our mornings in here, though Draco and Blaise will most likely be joining us now that they're here."
Stiles entered first, going straight for the wall covered in weapons. "These are amazing. Do you know how to use any?"
Harry nodded. "My fathers made sure Elsa and I knew how to defend ourselves so they hired teachers. We actually went to Japan and trained in a room where time is slowed. We were there for two months, but spent close to a year of time in that room. Anyway, my favorites are the chakram and double-bladed cobra spear." he gestured to the two weapons.
Stiles jaw dropped. "Magic can do that? Slow time?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, but a lot of magic, wards, and runes are needed to do it."
"What are Elsa's favorites?" Scott asked from his spot beside Stiles.
"Her battle axe, for one."
Scott's eyes widened when he saw the terrifying weapon. It featured a stylized double-bladed, stainless steel axe with the addition of skulls and spikes. The axe's blades are mounted to a circular centerpiece, consisting of a metal ring set with ten steel spikes around the edge, with a single, longer thrusting spike at the top. Set at the center of the circle is a vicious looking skull, completed with a pair of wicked fangs. The haft of the weapon is metal, black from the axe-pice to the grip, wich is steel-wire wrapped for security. The pommel is of similar design: a single skull, clutched tight by a wicked four-finger claw.
"Her other favorites are the cyclone glaives, the iron reaver finger claw, and the saber claws." Harry continued, pointing to the weapons he named.
Stiles's eyes lit up. "The glaives are from Blade and the saber claws are from Riddick." He was practically drooling over the weapons.
Scott shuddered. "I am never getting on your sister's bad side." He'd rather go up against Chris or even Gerard.
Harry laughed, nodding in understanding. His sister was terrifying once you really angered her. "A wise decision."
"I am totally idolizing Elsa right now. Like, I'm so serious, it's not even funny." Stiles said, eyes glazed over slightly.
Harry grinned. "So, you want to see the rest of the house?"
"Hell yeah!"
Laughing, Harry led them out of the room and up the stairs. "Alright, so the parlor is across from the home theater and not really interesting. This," Harry opened the door to the room behind the home theater, "Is the library."
"It's huge." Stiles said, taking in all the books, most looking old and worn, but still in good shape. "Can I borrow some of these?" he asked Harry with wide hopefull eyes.
"You'll have to ask Elsa. She's in charge of this room and everything in it, but she'll probably let you, unless it's an ancient, rare book. Then you'll have to read it here." Harry told him, making Stiles grin widely.
"I'm fine with that."
"Are all of these on magic and stuff?' Scott asked.
"Most are, yes. The rest are about magical creatures, I think. I'm not really sure. C'mon, lets go upstairs." Harry headed up the spiral staircase in the back of the room that went up to the second floor. "The twins and I's room, as well as Draco and Blaise's are on the second floor. Three of the bedrooms are empty, so if you ever sleepover, you'll end up using one of them. You two will come over again, right?" he asked them curiously.
They nodded. "Deffinately."
"Good. Anyway, there's not much else on this floor besides the study, so lets go upstairs, which is Elsa's floor."
"Elsa has a whole floor to herself?" Stiles asked.
Harry nodded. "This is her mansion. I have my own floor with the twins in my manor, back in Britain."
"Manor?!" Scott repeated incredulously. "Just how rich are you guys?"
"Um, really, really rich? I'm not exactly sure. We only found out that we were wealthy, much less a Lord and a Lady, two and a half years ago." Harry told them, shrugging. He didn't really care about the numbers.
"Lord and a Lady? You two are nobles?" Stiles asked, filing everything away in his mind to contemplate later.
"Mhmm. My full title is Hadrian James Potter-Black-Slytherin, Head of House Potter and Heir to Houses Black and Slytherin. Elsa's is Elsa Juniper Potter-Peverell-Ravenclaw, Head of Houses Peverell and Ravenclaw. Though the both of us don't really care about all that. We hate politics with a passion due to all the corrupt bullshit in our world. Anyway, that's Elsa's room, and that's Calla's." Harry pointed to the doors to the room. "The last door on the left is her private library and study and the one across from it is her piano room."
"She plays the piano?" Scott asked.
"Hermione taught her."
"Hermione?"
Harry smiled at them sadly. "She was my best friend."
Something clicked in Stiles's mind. "This Hermione was Calla's other parent, wasn't she? Elsa had said 'other parent' not 'father' or 'dad' earlier. And magic can do just about anything, right?" he asked hesitantly, biting his lip.
Harry studied him for a moment. "You're smart." he said a bit bluntly. He could see now why Stiles was one of Elsa's mates.
"Wait, women can get other women pregnent?" Scott asked incredulously.
"And men can get other men pregnent."
"Tha-that's a lot to take in." the teen wolf said, a bit dazed.
"I know. I nearly fainted when Fred and George told me. Anyway, this," Harry gestured to the door that was painted green,"Is Elsa's studio. She loves to paint and sculpt. I'd show it to you, but I don't if she'd want us in there. The rest of the rooms are currently empty."
Scott and Stiles nodded in understanding and the trio headed downstairs and to the kitchen. Harry arched an eyebrow when he saw Fred, George, Draco, and Blaise with Calla in his arms standing in the doorway, watching somethig. Most likely Elsa. That's when he heard the singing. He peeked in to see his twin swaying as she stirred something in a pot.
"-run to the moon
and walk on the sea
I start a new world
for you and me
and I'll save ya
when the sky falls
can you hear the siren call
so together
we can break down the walls
can you hear the siren call
now I'm everywhere
you know
that I'll never let
you go
'cause I'll save ya
when the sky falls
ohhhhh
can you hear the siren call
can you hear the siren call
ohhhhh
now watch me find
a thousand ways
to tell ya I love ya
and we'll be okay
I run to the moon
and walk on the sea
I start a new world
for you and me
and I'll sav-"
Elsa froze when she spotted the group in the doorway and took out her iPod, pausing it. "Um, how long have you guys been there?" She had been so into the song that she hadn't noticed them.
"Not long. What song is that, by the way?" Harry asked, entering the kitchen.
"Siren by Krazy Kat." she answered. "Dinner should be done soon, by the way, so someone go set the table. The rest of you go sit down at the table."
Fred and George immediately moved to do so, grabbing the plates and silverware while Elsa put the pasta in the strainer to drain the water before taking the chicken out of the oven. Everyone else went into the dining room and sat down, Blaise putting Calla in her high chair. A couple minutes later, Elsa began to bring in the food; parmesan chicken, angel hair pasta, a large bowl of salad, and garlic bread.
Dinner was lively, full of chatter and laughter. It was nice that everyone didn't have to be careful about what they said (Elsa was beyond relieved that Stiles already knew that the supernatural existed). After dinner, Scott and Stiles stayed over for another hour or so playing Call of Duty with Elsa and Blaise, and somethimes Harry, before leaving with a promise to visit the next day. That night, Elsa went to bed with a smile on her face. She had met one of her mates, a mate that Calla and her brothers approved of, and she couldn't be happier.