Stiles sat back. He wondered what the human would do.

After seeing what the hunter had pulled out, he had finally identified the thing he saw earlier, and trotted over to see if the hunter had grabbed the envelope Stiles saw, or if there were two of them.

There were two of them.

In hindsight, it was probably a bad idea to turn his back on a potential threat, but Stiles trusted the boy, to a certain extent. That is, about the same extent he trusted Chris Argent, which is just enough to trust him to not shoot Stiles in the back.

And then only when they didn't have a bow on hand.

The young hunter raised a single skeptical-surprised 'well-what-do-we-have-here' eyebrow at the identical envelope, and Stiles marveled at the expressiveness that one single eyebrow could make.

Stiles was jealous. That was impressive, especially for a ten year old.

Then, against all his screaming instincts, he jumped on the hunter's shoulder to read the letter.

The boy made a surprised sound. He clearly hadn't expected Stiles to do anything of the sort. Well, he wasn't alone, because Stiles himself had to blink at what he just did.

Then he mentally shrugged and shifted a bit to get more comfortable.

Stiles noticed that on the other side of the envelope, the side that he hadn't seen yet, was in swirly handwriting 'Will Treaty'.

Will, huh? That might not be the boy' s name. Maybe he picked it up somewhere like Stiles. Stiles resolved to call him that anyway, as he had gotten tired of mentally calling him 'boy' or 'hunter'.

The boy.. No, Will probably didn't know what to do with Stiles, and wavered, but the end, apparently decided to ignore the new passenger on his shoulder.

He plucked the other envelope off the ground as well, and compared them side by side.

It turned out they were not identical after all. To Stiles' surprise, the one he fetched from the bushes had in swirly letters 'Stiles Stilinski'.

Huh. Well then.

Will looked around, like 'Stiles Stilinski' was going to jump out of a bush somewhere, demanding his letter back.

Then he shrugged, murmered "Might as well," to himself, and opened both envelopes, which, Stiles saw now, had a decorative seal.

Stiles read along over Will's shoulder as the young hunter looked over his letter first. There were two pieces, one looked like a long list, so Will began with the other one.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Stiles pulled a face at all the titles. Which, if Will had noticed, he would have laughed at, as it looked hilarious on a fox snout. However, he was to busy pulling a face at the titles himself.

What the hell is a 'Supreme Mugwump'?

Dear Mr Treaty,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on1 September. We await your owl by no later than31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Stiles paused, reread that, paused again. Wait, what?

Was this some sort of prank? Or was this just a part of this dimension?

Did wizards actually exist?

Well, it wasn't too far fetched, Stiles supposed. After all, magic exists. Druids exist. Why not Wizards?

The more surprising thing, to Stiles, was the idea of a school. Was there really a magic school? That would be awesome!

Stiles waited excitedly for a moment, mentally chanting for Will to hurry up and open my goddamn letter.

God, he hoped it was an acceptance letter too. I mean, come on, a magic school!

When Will didn't move, Stiles looked at him impatiently. Then keffed with laughter, the foxes' equivalent of loud snickering.

Will, apparently, wasn't as accepting of the idea of magic as Stiles was.

His eyebrow looked like it was about to dissappear into the hunter's messy brown hair, and his face was frozen in the perfect picture of 'I-cannot-believe-what-just-happened-how-is-this-my-life'.

His laughing, well, keffing fit seemed to shake Will out of his disbelief, and he glanced at the keffing fox with a 'Do you believe this?' look.

(He ignored the fact that the Fox was laughing. It's the future, who knows what foxes do. Aside from laughing at people.)

He buried his head in his hands, most probably having a 'everything-I've-ever-thought-was-fake-is-real' mini breakdown. Stiles could almost hear the unspoken,

'More drama. Thanks, I really needed that in my life.'

Stiles' 'snickering' died down as he thought about the magical boy on who's shoulder he was still, miraculously, sitting.

If Will was magical, surely he wouldn't shoot a shapeshifter...?

Stiles was a bit tired of not having hands, and what he'd seen so far of Will, he was a good kid. Now he thought about it, he didn't really have the right to call Will a kid, as Stiles was apparantly eleven again himself, but he couldn't help it. Even with the dark cloak, not to mention Will's proficiency with a bow, he just looked young and friendly.

Stiles wondered when he had gotten so relaxed around the other boy.

Okay, that was enough waiting. Stiles wanted to see his letter! Was he magical too?!

He nudged his nose to Will's neck, mentally smirking at Will's cringe away from the cold.

Are you done lamenting about life? Open my letter already!

Thankfully, Will seemed to take the hint(or he was already planning on it anyway), and took Stiles' letter out.

Stiles noticed it was written on parchment, and wondered how he had missed that the first time.

Anxiously he leaned forward, and if he could have, he would have cheered at the text in front of him.

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Yes!

After a few minutes of processing for Will and mental partying for Stiles, Will looked up and commented to himself, "What now?"

Stiles sobered up a bit. This was a perfect time.

Before he could convince himself otherwise, he jumped down, simultaneously shifting back into a human and hitting the ground in a crouched position.

(looking incredibly badass, of course)

Smugly Stiles thought back to the hours and bruises it took to perfect that little trick.

He stood up and turned around to a gaping Will.

"Now, we learn magic."

He grinned and held out a hand.

"Hello, my name is Stiles Stilinski. Nice to meet you."

Inhale.

One. Two.

Exhale.

One. Two.

When Will was sure his head wasn't going to explode anymore, he numbly took the other boy's- Stiles'- hand.

"Will Treaty."

Will paused to collect his shattered brain.

"Is this... A normal thing for foxes to do?"

Stiles had the grace to look sheepish.

"Sorry about that. I'm not actually a fox, I can just turn into one. Don't fell left out, almost nobody knows about foxshifters."

"You can 'just' turn into a fox." Will repeated slowly, his brain still trying to process what had just happened.

"Yup." Stiles replied brightly.

"Okay. I can deal with that. I can."

Will paused again.

"What year is it? I think I've time traveled."

"How so?"

"I woke up looking at some kind of hard gravel and carriages without horses racing by."

Stiles looked a bit worried.

"Wow, that is, pretty concerning. I don't actually know the date, as I suddenly appeared here as well. I'm suspecting dimensional travel."

"Dimensional travel?"

"Right, past. Um, okay, so imagine that, by the lunch, you have the choice between tea or coffee."

Stiles paused to look if he followed, and although Will's head was spinning whatisgoingonwhereamiwhenami he nodded in confirmation.

"You choose coffee-" Will nodded, he would choose coffee, "-and as you decide, a new, paralel universe is created where you chose tea instead."

Okay. Clear enough.

"Every time a decision is made, one or multiple other universes are created where another choice was made. For every option, there is a universe."

Alright. It hurt Will's brain a bit to think about, but he got it.

"So, dimensional travel is..." Will trailed off, waiting for Stiles to confirm what he thought.

"Traveling between those universes, yeah. It's just a theory- well, it was. I think actual dimensional travel is pretty solid proof."

Will nodded. Okay. Sure. Whatever. Not like he had enough adventure in his life anyways.

"Judging by what you saw, we're currently around the twentieth or twenty first century." Stiles felt the need to add.

Will flopped on the ground and groaned into the dirt. He was so done with everything.

"Nine hundred years." Will said, voice muffled by the earth.

He lifted his head slightly. "Nine hundred goddamn years."

Will let his head fall to the ground again, exasperated.

Behind him, Stiles chuckled at his antics.

"Well, at least you're not missing anything. When you go back, you can just go back to a few seconds after you left."

Will sighed, standing up and dusted himself off. He smiled at Stiles, silently thanking him for saying 'when' instead of 'if'.

"Also," Stiles' grin turned excited, "magic!"

Will had to grip at that too.

"I saw a list of school supplies," Stiles added. "I'll have to research a way to get them, as I have a feeling the existence of magic isn't widely known. If we find the stores, we'll be able to buy them, as the list mentioned something about a trust fund for students."

"In the meantime, you catch the food, I start the fire?" Will suggested.

Stiles grinned in agreement. He supposed they were lucky they were both fine with camping for a few months.

Normally he wouldn't have trusted Will, and to be honest, Stiles didn't know why he had. Then again, this wasn't normally.

All Stiles knew is that they would be a good team, and in time, maybe good friends.

Wow. Well there go all my plans. I had it perfectly planned out from pre-hogwarts to graduation, Stiles! Why'd you have to go and make friends with Will?