Stiles paced his room nervously at half five, a hot girl was coming over.
She was going to be in his room. Talking to him, not just any hot girl though, Lydia's best friend.
Just as he was beginning to freak out his doorbell rang and he froze.
Diana could hear the rapid movement of the boy behind the door and smirked, he doesn't have many girls coming to his house does he? She thought to herself.
"Diana, hey." Stiles all but wrenched the door off its hinges as he opened it. He smiled breathlessly at her to which she calmly smiled back. I really need to calm down.
Diana frowned, that was not one of her thoughts, She probably thinks I'm weird enough. Don't need to put her off by being, off.
"Your room?" She prompted stepping inside. Stiles nodded rapidly and turned to quickly move up the stairs. Diana rolled her eyes at the still open door and clicked her fingers following after the boy at a more sedate pace. The door shut itself with a resounding click.
"What, what do you need to talk to me about, is it about Scott? I bet it's about Scott." Lately everything's been about Scott.
"Stop." She pointed to his bed, "Sit." She stayed standing before him while he blindly obeyed her.
"You picked up a piece of paper this afternoon." Stiles nodded, "On it was a sigil. It was intended as a gift for my Aunt and Uncle, their anniversary is tomorrow. The Sigil was a spell, intended to be performed like a medieval ritual of courtship, the girl drops the paper and the guy picks it up. Then when he picks up the paper their souls are bound together." Stiles opened his mouth but Diana silenced him with a look, "Meaning, that they die at the same time. What kills one kills the other so they don't ever have to live without each other for even one day."
Stiles paled. He gestured to Diana,
"So when I…" Diana pursed her lips raising her eyebrows,
"Yeah."
"So when I?" He pointed to himself, Diana nodded and he let out a long breath. "I totally did not need this right now."
"You think I did?!" Diana demanded, "I have been working on that spell for months! Now with the damn Agents in town I have to severely pull back if I don't want to be burned alive."
"Well I have a brooding werewolf and another that can't see past said hunter's daughter!" Stiles shot back, getting angry, "I can't even tell my dad because I need to protect him from this, I'm nearly failing two classes because of this werewolf shit and I, ughhh!" Stiles buried his face in his hands gripping the top of his head.
Looking at him Diana sighed sympathetically. He felt the bed beside him shift, he peaked at the figure next to him, she was sat close enough that if he took a deep breath their shoulders would touch. She removed her hands from their previous position in her ten leather jacket pockets and clasped them in between her knees.
"When I was twelve," She began, "My parents were pulled from our home and killed in our back yard. Halloween. The police could find no leads. But my family knew who it was; they leave a very distinct calling card, a single silver bullet on the dining room table."
She had Stiles' full attention now, so she carried on.
"I had just entered the 'Learning Level' of my magic and my mother was supposed to help me to learn. The only reason that they didn't get me too was that I was at a last minute sleepover with a friend from school. I won't lie and say it wasn't hard to move here after all that had happened but my magic made it easier, I had a focus."
"I remember you moving here. My dad said about what had happened, it was close to my mom so I thought I could help but Lydia claimed you as hers."
"Yeah, she liked my accent." Diana laughed, "What I am trying to say is, well, don't lose sight, your soul is pure, I would know, I can feel it."
"Yeah so what's the deal with this? Can I like call you through whatever this is or am I going to have dreams of you?" Stiles' curiosity was back and Diana laughed,
"You will be linked to me until we die, I'll be putting a lot of protective spells on you in the next few days and yes you may dream of me and me you, I will also be able to communicate with you through directed thoughts and I suppose we will have to be friends. It'll make it less awkward." Diana shrugged.
"Dreams? Like…"
"Ew, no. Dreams like, you enter a room and I'm there, there has to be intent though, they won't be random." Diana pushed back her red hair, "Thank goddess."
Stiles caught her scent then, lilacs, violets and incense. Her green eyes linked with his then and he thought to her,
Like this?
Diana nodded in response.
It should make talking privately easier. She thought back and he laughed springing to his feet,
"This is so cool!" He buzzed; Diana couldn't help but smile at his energy. Witches were always considered, calm, and cool. They had to be, they held a lot of power within.
"To be honest, you're taking this a lot better than I thought you would." Diana leant back a little to look at the file on his bed,
A police file?
Diana broadcast.
"Y-yeah." Stiles ran his hand over his head nervously.
"Could I help?" Diana queried, "An extra pair of eyes and all that. Hang on; this is on the Hale fire." Diana reached for the file and it flew into her hand.
"Stiles?!" She frowned up to him, "What the hell?"
He sat down next to her again,
"Do you know the Hales?" Diana shot him a look,
"Yeah, I know the Hales." Like it was obvious. "I did used to visit this place you know? Derek used to babysit me." Stiles looked at her incredulously.
"Oh my god!"
"What? Oh because we are two supernatural families we must have some kind of Romeo and Juliet type thing going on family wise? Oh my Goddess."
"Do you know what happened? It said it could have been arson." Stiles pointed to the report.
"Yeah I know it was. The Argent family have been here before." Diana said pointedly.
"They, they set the fire?" Stiles gasped. Diana nodded closing the file and handing it back.
"Could-" Stiles began but was cut off by Diana's phone suddenly blearing Oingo Boingo, Dead Man's Party.
"Hey Uncle Si." Diana answered coolly, "What? Seriously? No way! Okay, well I'm at a friend's right now but I'll be home soon." Diana made eye contact with Stiles, "No, I'm perfectly safe, I'm at the Sheriffs house." Pride swelled in his chest at that, she rolled at her eyes though he had a dopey grin on his face. "Yeah you too."
"What's happened?" Stiles pressed excited.
"There was an actual mountain lion at the school, a bunch of people panicked, Alison's dad shot it, but your dad got hit by a car in the panic." Stiles shot to his feet.
"What?!" He exclaimed. "I gotta-"
"No you don't. He's fine, my Uncle's with him, so is my Aunt. My Aunt is like me, he'll be fine. Besides Heather's an EMT."
"You don't understand!" Stiles snapped. Diana had had enough,
"Cessabit." She put her hand on his forearm; Stiles felt a sense of absolute calm wash over him. He hadn't felt like this before, his brain slowed to a crawl, it was heady like being on a lot of Adderall but broad spectrum.
"Woah, what is that?" He asked focusing his sight on the girl sat on his bed.
"Magic, what you're feeling is true calm. I can't do that to you often but you looked like you were going to freak out so…"
"This is amazing." Stiles grinned happily. Diana took her hand off his arm,
"Yeah, it will last for about half an hour and will gradually wear off. Don't drive like this; think of it as being drunk." Diana warned standing to guide him back to his computer chair.
"I still can't believe that you're really a Witch, it's just too cool." Stiles giggled slightly, "You have to look after me too." He grinned stupidly, "Soul buddy."
Diana groaned, this was going to be difficult.
"Try to do the English homework, I guarantee it will be easier now." She prompted and turned his chair to the desk, "I'll see myself out."
Stiles nodded dumbly after her as she left his room.
Diana shut her car door and stared for a second at the lit house. Suddenly she burst into laughter,
What a cosmic joke. She thought to herself turning her car over and heading back to her home.
