Hellew, I'm baack!

Did ya miss me?

So um, today, my family went to do some shopping in a supermarket. I decided to stay in the car (I'm lazy that way) and suddenly, I heard a siren blaring so I looked out the window and saw like what was about a foot of smoke in my line of sight, so that must have been a helluva big fire. I don't know what caught ablaze as it was about half a mile away, but I ask you to donate a moment of silence for any lives that might have been lost in the fire.

Thank you.

Fact of the day: The origin of the word 'Volcano' comes from Vulcan, the Roman God of fire.

Enjoy...

Hermione

"I think Derek likes you." Peter told her, as he led her through the sea of writhing teenage bodies.

"Oh really?" She asked, with an Impish grin. "And why would that be?"

"Well for starters, I've never seen him go to so much trouble to be nice to anyone before," He paused to help her over a sleeping body on the ground. "Also because -holy shit you're glowing!" He stopped in front of her, seemingly gobsmacked.

"Aw shucks." She replied scrunching up her nose. "Be still my beating heart!" She joked and she patted a hand against her chest.

"No seriously," He said as he grabbed her arms and brought her to a full stop. "You are actually glowing!"

His serious tone took her by surprise as she tried to think of any reason as to why she should be glowing. She recalled a conversation with Death that she had once had, he had told her that, by making her what she was now, he had changed her soul. It had been the shiny, glowy, ethereal thing that had escaped from her skin back in Hamunaptra. But why was it showing itself now?

"The Black Lights!" She realized, hearing a slightly desperate tone in her voice. "Quick, I can't let anyone see!" She said as she grabbed Peters forearm before all but dragging him up the spiral staircase that she was hoping let to the roof.

"Err, Hermione?" Peter asked, albeit a little cautiously.

"Crap!" She ignored him as she began to pace along the roof. "This is bad! I mean, it's also very new and kind of cool, but it is very, very bad!"

The door leading back to the stairwell slammed open, revealing Derek and the rest of the pack trailing behind him. "Peter, what happened to her?!" He demanded, pointing a tense finger at Hermione, who was still pacing and occasionally muttering 'very, very bad' as she did so.

"I'm not quite sure.." Peter trailed off as he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "I told her that she was glowing, then she went quiet for a few minutes before saying something about the black lights and dragging me up here." He shrugged.

"Why was she glowing?" Scott asked.

"I was not glowing!" Hermione snapped at him, now having regained her bearings.

"Um, yes you were." The twins said in sync.

"No! That wasn't me glowing, it was, um," She paused, raking a shaking hand through her hair. "That was uh, my soul" She winced, "glowing."

"Your soul." Stiles repeated in a dry voice. "So your saying that it was your soul that was glowing."

"Oi!" She said, wagging a finger at him. "None of that mister, I saved your life today!"

Well, at least he has the decency to look sheepish.

"Look." Derek rubbed his face with his hand. "Can't you just like, erase it out of anyone's mind if they notice it? Like you did yesterday when we jumped out the window?"

"Whoa, what are you talking about? What window?" Alison demanded.

Hermione ignored her. "No, magic after pain medication is not a good mix. Trust me, I know from personal experience." She told him.

"What magic?" Lydia asked.

"Well then how are you gonna get home?" Peter wondered out loud.

"I don't understand this conversation." Isaac whispered to Alison.

"Well, I would normally apparate." She admitted. "But if I do that I just might die of a Brain hemorrhage."

"What's apparating? Never mind. Well, I don't mind driving you, but how do we get you from up here, to down there?" Derek inquired.

"Well you can just go down the stairwell." Hermione told him. "I guess I'll just have to jump off the roof." She peered over the edge.

"Okay, I'm sorry, but how is that any better than 'apparating' as you say it?" Peter asked.

"Well, apparating is basically teleporting, so it bends the fabric of reality. But if I just jump off the roof, I only need to solidify the air molecules and I should arrive on the ground all fine and dandy!" She explained.

"Okay then, see you downstairs." Derek said.

"See you there!" Hermione replied. "Oh, by the way," She added, looking at the teenagers now. "if you have any questions, just ask Peter!" She informed them.

Then she jumped.

"So." She said, trying to dissipate the tension in the car. "What's your favorite colour?"

"Blue." He deadpanned, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Ah, a man of many words." She joked. "Oh, turn left here." She instructed. "Why do you think the rain is being so brutal tonight?" She asked as the heard and saw the water hammer down on the windshield. She was surprised that she wasn't seeing little cracks.

"No idea." He answered. "The storm bothers me, it just came out of nowhere."

She hummed in agreement. "This is my house!" She told him as he pulled into her driveway. She unbuckled her seat belt and turned to open her door, before she suddenly stopped. "Drive"

"What?" Derek asked, a touch of anger in his tone from being ordered by her.

"I said drive!" She said as she reached over with her foot and stomped on the accelerator. They immediately lurched forward.

"Whoa hey stop!" He yelled at her as he floored the brakes. The car stopped about an inch from her front porch. "What the hell?!" He demanded.

Before she could give him an explanation, lighting struck the tallest pine tree next to her driveway, causing in to crash on the path with an almighty crack. They heard a shattering of glass and the creaky protest of metal and Hermione guessed that it had also flattened her car.

"That was a rental!" She whined, hitting the dashboard in anger. "Dammit!"

She opened the door and bolted outside, what she saw confirmed her suspicions. The fallen tree had completely blocked her driveway. There was no way Derek was going to get home tonight.

"Come on." She sighed as she grabbed Derek's hand and lead him to her front door. "You can sleep on the sofa." She told him as she unlocked the door.

"Um, thanks, but I can probably just move the tree and carry on home. Werewolf, remember?"

"Oh no you can't!" She told him as she searched for towels to dry their soaked bodies. She heard him scoff in protest. She grabbed the towels and presented one to him. "If the storm in right over us, then it will just keep hitting the tallest things in the area." The sound of lightning hitting another tree, shortly being followed by another crash of the tree hitting the driveway, accentuated her point. "Anyway, I'm going to bed. There are duvets and pillows in the wardrobe over there." She pointed to a white door in the hallway. "There isn't much food in the fridge, but feel free to drink whatever you want. Yell if you need anything!" She down the hallway, until she found the door leading to her bedroom. "Goodnight Derek!"

"Goodnight." She heard him reply as she changed into her pajamas and snuggled into her covers.

She feel into a dreamless sleep.

Derek

Derek woke up to the smell of bacon cooking and the sound of a bell-like humming. As he walked to the kitchen, he though about the woman who had entered his life like a sledgehammer. She was blunt, bold and very matter of fact. She seemed like she would make a good ally, or member of the pack.

"Morning!" She chirped as he entered the kitchen, to see breakfast arranging itself on the plates. Which were currently hovering in the air. "My medication wore off." She told him as the plate he was guessing was his zoomed towards him, a knife and fork shortly following it.

"I see that." Derek raised an eyebrow and plucked the utensils and plate out of the air, before taking a seat at the kitchen table. "I also see that you are really enjoying using your magic."

"Weeeeell..." She trailed off, a faint pink dusting her cheeks. "I was actually trying to restrict using my power, but I woke up this morning and thought 'what the hell?'."

"Did my car survive?"

She smiled at him. "Yep. See this absolutely screaming genius right here," She pointed at herself. "had the amazing idea to ward her house when she moved in, your car entered the barrier protecting it." She sat down across from him and gave him a pat on the hand. "You're welcome."

"Your weird." He retorted, before continuing to dig in to his food.

"Don't forget insane." She informed him. "And a great cook by the looks of it." She said as she raised an amused eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes.

When they finished breakfast, she went upstairs to get dressed and Derek decided to go outside to see the damage that had been caused. The entire porch was covered in timber. It looked like a war zone.

"It's going down, I'm yellin' timber..." He heard Hermione sing as she joined his spot on the porch.

He gave a a dry look. She shrugged in response.

"Though it might lighten the mood." A wicked smiled graced her lips as she raised a hand and gave it a graceful wave. Derek watched as all the fallen wood in her yard was swept away, revealing Hermione's crushed car, which produced a groan from her, and cleared the entire driveway.

"Come on then." She said and she walked over to Derek's car, and waited for him by the door.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "What are you doing?"

"You," She pointed a finger at him. "Need to take me shopping."

"Why?"

"Do you really think my Car is going to work!" She demanded.

He stayed silent.

"I thought you might see things my way."

"How did you know?" He asked her, as they entered the outskirts of town.

"Know what?" She peered at him with genuine curiosity in her eyes.

"Know that Stiles was gonna get hit by that truck." He supplied. "Or how you knew that we would've been crushed by that tree last night."

"It's hard to explain." She sighed. "Sometimes, I see the future, it happens when something that should not happen, will happen."

"So, you could see the winning lottery numbers if you wanted to?"

"No, it doesn't work that way. I only see the future, when I need to change it. When it doesn't have the right outcome."

"So you only see stuff you have to change?" Derek questioned.

"To put it simply, yes." She gazed longingly out the window. "Are we nearly there yet?"

Derek groaned.

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~Raven Mage