The School closed for Thursday and Friday due to the investigation and the damage, so Diana used those days to research the binding spell between her and Stiles, but couldn't find anything on it in either her room or the library. That was until she spoke to her grandmother again.
Diana was sat on her bed staring at the wall of bookshelves in front of her.
"You won't find it there." Her mirror said. Diana threw herself back into her pillows with a groan; she had been at this for the past two days.
"Where will I find it then?" She sounded out, met in response with silence. "Exactly, I can't find this at all because it's completely new magic.
"No it isn't dear." A different voice sounded from her mirror, Diana shot up, scrambling to move the lace curtain that was draped over the antique mirror.
In the place her grandmother usually occupied was a much older Witch, she had the same characteristics, the same eyes and body type as Diana, the Preston women were all blessed with a fuller figure than the usual cast of women, not ever fat though, just blessed with certain assets.
"Pardon my ignorance, but, who are you?" Diana said with the cordiality of meeting a new relative. The relative in question was young, scarcely older than herself. The idea that this woman had produced children and died terrified her.
"My name is Agnes Leofric I was born in 1592 and died when I was twenty three. I died at precisely the same moment as my husband Richard. We died together due to a spell that I had learned of through one of the coven, she was of a different family. She explained in her clear English voice.
"Your grandmother Lottie told me of your wish for a gift and I told her how the binding was performed, this is very powerful and ancient magic. The Witch I learnt it off said that it goes back to the very first spells cast." The spectre said. Diana's shoulders fell forward.
"Is there any way to undo it?" Diana said hopeful that she might right this wrong.
"If the cosmos has seen fit to bless you with a union like this then you cannot scorn it by seeking to reverse this magic." Agnes said mildly offended.
"He doesn't love me, he loves my best friend. " Diana explained. Agnes sighed at her young descendent.
"The cosmos and the great Goddess have seen that you and him are to be one, they only work through us darling especially with things like this. I found Richard through a cast for true happiness, that was why were together." Agnes explained, then looked puzzled. "Did you drop the spell intentionally or did it appear and fall of its own accord?" Agnes asked.
"It was in my folder, I must have put it there for safe keeping and it fell out." Diana said, "But you asking that now makes me wonder if I did put it in at all?"
"See my darling, the cosmos works us all together, like one giant tapestry."
Diana nodded in thought; she really couldn't remember putting the papyrus in her folder.
"I will leave you to your musings." Agnes said, curtsied and wandered away into the mirror. Diana pulled the curtain back down over the glass.
She began to feel a pull, the same pull she had, had after the night at the school.
Hello Stiles.
Oh now you talk to me? I've been trying for days, and texting. He said annoyed,
I've been busy. She excused.
Yeah well could busy come over. I need to talk to someone but my dad's not letting me out the house. Stiles asked, Diana laughed quietly,
I'll be round in fifteen.
Twenty minutes later Diana pulled up to Stiles house and approached the front door, the squad car was gone meaning that his dad was off hunting Derek so Diana parked her black Audi A1 on the drive.
Stiles wrenched the door open before she had fully gotten on the step and practically wrenched her inside.
"I'm freaking out; you need to do that calm thing you did before." He demanded shutting the door.
"Oh hi Diana, I'm sure you're fine after the events of the other night but would you mind helping me out yet again?" Diana sassed back at him. Stiles rolled his eyes at her antics but waved his hand circularly gesturing for her to hurry up.
"I can barely breathe." He detailed, "I feel like I'm goin out of my friggin mind here."
Diana looked at him properly then up and down, his eyes had bags underneath them and he was paler than usual.
"Okay." She soothed, "Let's just go to your room?" She said moving towards the stairs, he followed obediently like a puppy.
She sat him down on his bed and stood before him, thinking back to what Agnes said. The short amount of time she had known him he did seem to get her better than any other guy that she had known, even of the magical kind.
Without thinking she straddled him on the end of his bed.
Stiles froze. What was she doing? He wondered.
Erm Diana?
She leant forward and whispered in his ear, "Breathe Stiles."
He let out a large breath of air and tried to focus on breathing.
"Now tell me what's really wrong." She directed. Stiles nodded rapidly, Diana stopped that by holding his head to look into her eyes. Stiles placed both his hands on the bedding behind him so as to not grab at the girl on him immediately.
"I don't know if Derek's really dead and I don't want my dad to run in to a fight he can't win because then I'm left with nobody." Stiles' eyes widened at the admission.
"Okay." Diana said conclusively and removed herself from his lap.
"Was that magic? Did you just magic that out of me?" Stiles demanded, Diana laughed quietly,
"In a way, yes but also no. It wasn't outright magic; the truth has its own type of magic that doesn't need to be cast." Diana said shrugging. She looked around his room properly the walls were a typical teenage boy neutral grey and covered in posters from different popular culture.
"So you tricked me?"
"Basically yeah." She whipped her gaze back to him causing her hair to fan out catching the light from his lamp making it reminiscent of fire. Stiles thought then that it was truly beautiful.
"Have you heard from Scott?" Diana asked stepping to sit in his desk chair.
"No he seems to be moping from Alison dumping him." Stiles told her flopping back onto his bed.
"Alison dumped him then? Lydia insinuated as much but never outright said it." Stiles' perked up at the magic word,
"Is she ok?"
"She's fine. Or as fine as she can be when she's on anti-anxiety meds that her mother's given her."
Stiles shook his head and lay back down.
"So," Diana swung herself softly from side to side on the movable chair, "I've been looking into the bond." Stiles gave her his full attention again,
"Lemme guess, you can't undo this?" Diana shook her head no. "Just perfect."
"Looks like we will be in each other's heads for the foreseeable future." Diana shrugged.
"This is gonna sound kinda weird, but with everything that's been going on with Scott I kinda like having you in my head. Kinda don't feel so much like Robin anymore."
Diana pouted,
"Robin becomes so great in the Earth 52 series though." She said with conviction. Stiles shot up then looking at her properly.
"You know about that stuff?" He demanded. Diana laughed,
"Yeah Lydia hates it, so I kinda have to keep it to myself." Stiles laughed in incredulity, no way a girl as hot as Diana liked that stuff like he did. "Look, all I'm saying is Robin's not so bad, besides, I always had a crush on Dick Grayson."
"Course you did." Stiles scoffed lying back down on the bed, "Bet you couldn't name the others." He muttered.
Diana smirked, Stiles was looking at the ceiling until suddenly he was looking at Diana above him, a wall of auburn hair falling to his right. She had positioned herself so that if he tried to move he would defiantly touch her.
"There was Dick Grayson, then Jason Todd, then, Tim Drake then Damien Wayne, then Duke Thomas. Would you like me to continue or would you like to besmirch my father's legacy some more?" Diana laughed at his stunned expression.
Stiles was in love, this girl was fantastic.
"I'm sorry I doubted you."
"Stiles?!" It was the Sheriff, by the sound of it he was coming up the stairs. "Stiles there is a car on the drive that I don't rec-" He stopped short when he looked in to his sons room, a girl was positioned over his son.
"Dad!" Stiles exclaimed, his previously idle hands coming up to Diana's twenty five inch waist as he suddenly bolted upright taking Diana up with him.
Unexpectedly she sat right where he really didn't want her to sit because his little teenage boy mind suddenly kicked in.
"I'll leave you two alone."
"Dad! It's not what it looks like." He gently extracted himself from underneath Diana who moved off him at the same time showing the Sherriff her face.
"Diana Preston?" He wondered aloud before waving his hands in denial moving away from his son's bedroom door.
"Wait." Stiles tore into the corridor and caught his dads arm. "It's not like that."
"Like what Stiles? I was your age too once, I know what it's like." He said understandingly.
"Look, we were just talking about the other night. I was freaking out and she thought that would be the best way to distract me."
"Looks like she did a pretty good job of that son, you didn't even hear me come in." Noah laughed. "Honestly, what you do in your own time is your deal, just tell me you're being careful."
"What?" Stiles said confused
"Do you still have that box of condoms that I got you?" He asked bluntly, Stiles started to cough having choked unexpectedly on his own spit in shock. Diana's laughter filled his head.
"Dad. Can you not, but yes I do ok! I do!" He managed to choke out wishing to everything that the ground would swallow him up.
"Okay then." Noah clapped his son on the shoulder and moved off down in to his house.
Stiles slowly made his way back to his room; Diana was lying on the bed her body wracked with silent peals of laughter.
"Oh my god, that was fantastic!" She wheezed.
"Yeah, yeah we could both die of my embarrassment by the way."
"No we couldn't, that's not an actual way to die stupid." Diana said grinning from ear to ear. Stiles stood in front of her but deciding that wouldn't do dragged him down to her level.
"So you still like me in your head?" She asked after a beat. Stiles groaned and buried his face in the grey covers.
Diana burst into laughter again.
Noah could hear the pair from the stairs and smiled to himself, he could remember when he had been like that, an awkward teenage boy totally unable to act around a girl.
Eventually Stiles recovered from his embarrassment and was able to talk to Diana again.
"It kinda feels like a safety net." He admitted. Diana nodded, by now they were both fully on his bed but she was on her side, propped up by her left hand on her neck, next to him on his back.
"Speaking of safety nets." She leant forward and kissed his forehead. Stiles looked round at her,
"What was that for?"
"That just wrote a whole load of protective spells on you. You can now not be hurt by magic, or being shot or stabbed in anger, you will not be a susceptible to disease and can't be killed by fire either." She explained proudly. "I didn't just look for ways to get us out of the bond during the past two days."
Stiles stared up at her in wonder.
"You're amazing, you know that right?" Diana blushed prettily at him.
"Thank you. Everyone else just sees Lydia." She rolled her eyes, "Except Donavan, he's been trying for the past year to get to me. It's so irritating."
Stiles felt an unfamiliar feeling rise to his chest. He frowned; it wasn't something that he could explain.
"Anyway, I should be going, I'm making dinner tonight." She sat up to look for her handbag.
"What are you making?" Stiles asked watching her bend over to retrieve her small blue handbag with and oversized brass buckle on the front.
"Mushroom and spinach risotto, Heather's worried about Simon's cholesterol." She stood; Stiles quickly looked away from her so as to pretend that he wasn't staring at her ass. He wasn't fooling anyone.
Diana smirked, leant over the bed, kissed his forehead and swanned out his bedroom with a,
"Goodbye Stiles."
