Harper leaned back on the bleachers with his IDGAF attitude on full force. His large sunglasses hid the fact that his eye were fluttering as he tried to stave off the urge to sleep. He didn't remember how he was roped into being assistant coach, but he did know he was never going to do a damn thing but sit and make snide remarks. Finstock accepted that fact on day one. Harper set his lazy gaze on his benched godson and smiled. Stiles Is his perfect little shit angel. He's smart, sarcastic, sassy, and a sweetheart. Those traits, however, never seem to apply when the kid gets some mischeivious idea in his head. That call last night was not the first time or the last Harp would have to cover for stiles' bounts of stupidity. Now that he thought about it, Derek had the same issue. He was smart, but made shit life decisions.
Harper remembered Paige and the school age love he held for her. He made the mistake of taking Peter's words to heart and the girl ended up mauled by Ennis. It was always upsetting to see a bite rejection. Harper lucked out being born to a whole other group of supernaturals.
Dryads are born just like everyone else, the difference is that immediately after birth the parents take a pilgrimage with the newborn and place the baby within the roots or branches of their clans sacred tree to be blessed with their second skin. Harper smiled thinking of his family in Death Valley. They moved to Beacon Hills when He was a freshman in highschool for his mother's building contract. He remembered taking his pilgrimage of maturity back to their sacred tree, the ancient bristlecone pine named Methuselah, to receive his full magic. That was a long night spent hallucinating his ass off naked in the desert.
"Uncle Harp!" A voice called-out distracting him from his thoughts.
Harper look down the bleachers lifting his sunglasses to settle his narrow gaze down on his godson.
"We're all finished up here so I'm going to drop my stuff off at home and head to your place is that okay?" Stiles said with a grin.
"Yeah kid, I'm gonna stop in to visit with Peter so just let yourself in." Harper said standing from his seat and hopping down into the field. "For the love of God please do not drink all of my damn passion fruit lemonade."
"No promises." Stiles snickered rushing off to the locker room.
Harper clicked his tongue in distaste before making his way across the field to the parking lot.