Word: Hierogram

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Stiles opened the loft door with as much noise as he could possibly make. Considering he was human and he found it hard to open the door on a good day - and this definitely was not a good day - Stiles had to be satisfied with stomping his way through the loft instead. He left a trail of dirt, mud, gook and other unidentifiable gooey stuff behind him, but Stiles just could not give a fuck about the mess. No fucks here, nope!

"Why are you imitating an elephant... What happened to you?" Derek asked, eyebrows rising so far up his forehead that Stiles was sure they'd escape into his hair.

"The preserve is what happened to me. The stupid, scary, weird-ass forest that surrounds this stupider, scarier, weirder-asser town is what fucking happened!" Stiles yelled, a little hysterically.

Derek's eyebrows lowered slightly. "Weirder-asser, really?"

"I'm so not in the mood for you or your judgey eyebrows right now. I need a shower and to be in clothes that aren't covered in all this," Stiles groaned, stomping his way through the loft towards the bathroom.

Stiles finished his shower, he found a pile of clean clothes sitting out for him and changed into them with a small sigh of relief. His relief was short lived when he stepped out into the hallway to find a mop and bucket waiting.

"Seriously? You're making me clean up after the day I've had?" Stiles groaned.

"Tell me about it while you clean," Derek suggested from the kitchen.

Muttering under his breath, Stiles grabbed the mop, dunked it into the water, and started to clean the mess he'd made.

"Lacrosse practice was in the forest earlier this week and I noticed a symbol etched into a tree trunk. I figured it was kids playing with knives, that sort of thing. I saw another one spray painted on the back of a street sign along the edge of the forest, and then another on the 'welcome to Beacon Hills' sign. Found a fourth one on a different tree, so I decided to investigate it."

"By yourself?" Derek asked, sounding both incredulous and annoyed.

"Yes, I stupidly thought that after all this time, I would be fine on my own. Believe me, it won't happen again," Stiles called, shoving the mop against a stubborn spot of black goo.

"Anyway, I went into the forest and discovered it wasn't just a random symbol after all; it was a friggin' hierogram. And I was right about the kids with knives part, by the way. As it turns out, summoning a demon is serious business, and if you interrupt said serious business, things get messy, people start screaming, there's blood and goo flying everywhere, and then you find out that no one thought to find out if there's a way to reverse the demon summoning before trying it!"

"Are they still alive?"

"Unfortunately, yes. They're also in detention until they graduate, I'm getting the IT department to restrict their Internet access to school-related websites only, and I've confiscated their library cards."

"They'll probably just get their friends to find more stuff for them, or find things online at home," Derek pointed out.

"I may have put a small spell on the four of them after I banished the demon."

"What did you do?"

"Just something that makes their computers short out if they try accessing anything related to magic, demons, or the like."

Derek stepped out of the kitchen, frowning as he dried his hands on a tea towel. "That's a pretty complicated spell. How'd you get them to sit through it?"

"I didn't; I knocked them all out first."

"With a spell or your baseball bat?"

"Spell, but only because I didn't have my baseball bat nearby," Stiles admitted, and then he grinned at Derek broadly.

"What's that look for?"

"Next term I'm giving the class an assignment on Harry Potter. I hope they end up setting their computers on fire."

"You're terrible, Mr. Hale-Stilinski," Derek said with a snicker, moving to kiss Stiles' firmly.

"That's Principal Hale-Stilinski to you," Stiles replied against his lips, grinning.

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End of word challenge.

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