Teen Wolf at Hogwarts

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It was the third week of October and Scott was just thinking about hanging himself. Tyler had everyone so wrapped up that the team members were barely moving around, but they were still practicing since the match was coming up. The teachers didn't make it any easier, either - Peter had been boring everyone with his assignments, and finally Scott, once he couldn't stand it, had just given up and left the work to Erica, who hadn't lifted a finger in a month and a half of studying. Allison helped McCall and Leahy with her studies as much as she could, but she wasn't a robot either, tending to get tired. The only consolation for Scott was that the rest of them were doing just fine - Stiles had written that Marzia had finally figured out the essence of the first competition, and now the entire Hogwarts delegation was looking for information about the same damn elements, preferring fire, of course, because of the department the girl was in.

- I also think we should try to look after their catcher,' Scott was brought out of his musings by the voice of Seeker, their catcher, sitting on the grass.

It was now Saturday evening, but the Gryffindor team were practising instead of sitting under the plaids in the lounge. Tyler, taking pity on his charges, called a break, during which the team decided to discuss tactics for the game scheduled for a week from today.

- It's the first game, it's up to the Seekers,' Wilfred, the catcher, supported the girl.

- You're right, - Peter nodded, - Whoever catches first wins. First games are always about the Seekers.

- Thanks for the moral support, guys,' the girl nodded, blowing a strand out of her ponytail, 'Still, it's my job and we shouldn't discuss it. Tactics would be a good idea, though.

- What if we make symbols? - Isaac asked.

- What do you mean? - Tyler raised his head.

- Like this,' Lehi raised his right hand and clenched his fingers into a fist, showing only his index and middle fingers, 'A sign for passing the ball. Kind of like a request to give the ball to the one who showed it.

- That's a good idea,' Laura smiled, "Then it's like this," she put her palms together, 'It means guardianship.

- Leihi, you're good,' Peter patted Isaac on the shoulder and got to his feet, 'By tomorrow, think about such conditional signs. We'll dedicate tomorrow's training to them. Captain, can we continue? - The boy looked at Tyler, who nodded and went to put away all his boards where he had diagrammed the position of the players on the field and other things.

- On the field, then,' Scott sighed, taking a drink of water and walking over to the broomstick that had been abandoned in the middle of the field.

The team spent the entire evening after practice together in the living room, pondering the conventions. And all of Sunday was spent the same way. And then there was Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. On Thursday, Tyler finally said he was satisfied with the work they had done and said that was enough theory. Practical strength training began again with discussions of tactics, strategy and who's guarding who.

- I think Tyler is preparing us for the World Championships instead of the Hogwarts Championships,' Isaac sighed Friday night, 'Halloween is coming up, and I can't think about anything but this match.

- Crypters will be a year old soon,' Laura grinned, petting her pet during the break.

- I'll bake you a cupcake,' Scott said, turning to Kripp. The little guy snorted incredulously and turned away from his master,' Really, kid. I promise. You want me to steal something from the kitchen for you?

- Is he mad at you? Why? - Laura laughed, glaring at the cryptkeeper, who turned away defiantly.

- Because of the training and Hale's assignment, I hardly talk to him, he's offended,' Scott smiled faintly and stroked the baby, hearing a barely perceptible rumbling, 'I owe you two muffins. And I promise to give you and Tim a wonderful Christmas reunion. All right? - Kripp squeaked softly in response and ran off across the field to somewhere. Grinning, Scott shrugged his shoulders in response to Laura and Isaac's laughter, 'Harmful. Sometimes I think he gets that from Stiles.

- He's just a reflection of you,' Laura rolled her eyes. At the Gryffindor's indignant sigh, the girl just laughed.

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The thirty-first of October in France wasn't too different from the thirty-first of October in England. Beauxbaton was like one big haunted house - every room was decorated with black or dark purple flowers, cobwebs, silver threads, pumpkins and candles. The room really did look like Hogwarts, and it made all the boys feel a fleeting homesickness for home and family friends, whose holiday cards for them were already somewhere between France and England, sent by OWLs.

- We need about sixty little cakes or some similar sweets. Where can we get some? - asked Sonia to a happy Renault, trying to get his fangs right.

- Look in the kitchen,' the boy shrugged, 'What do you need it for?

- It's all our Krypters' birthdays today,' the blonde sighed, irritably tossing back a loose strand of hair. Since Sonja had decided to be a princess of the ancient ages today, she looked appropriately graceful and beautiful, styling her hair into a high updo and wearing a beautiful, bouffant dress.

- So the only thing that will help you then is the kitchen,' the boy shrugged his shoulders once more, 'I'll get changed and we can go get Steph if you want. I'm not going to the village, okay? The holiday's coming up. If you'd told me sooner, I'd have run.

- Really? You'd go to the village for our crypters? - The girl frowned.

- For you,' Reno grinned, and with a wave of his wand, he tucked his hair back into place.

- He's lucky Tyler isn't here,' Stiles shook his head as he transformed into Batman. And he didn't care that almost no one knew the hero.

- Stiles, he's just kidding,' Lydia smiled, twirling in front of the mirror.

The redhead had decided not to bother much with the costume and now appeared in front of her best friend as a vampire countess. Her pale skin blended perfectly with her straightened fiery hair and small, enchanted fangs. Lydia simply wore an elegant dark robe over a white shirt, asked Sonia to make her eyes change colour from green to red, and, of course, used fangs. Except that while Renaud used false ones for her werewolf look, Martin used illusionary ones.

- I'll have to send the collodograph to Hogwarts,' Lydia said, fixing a loose strand of hair and smiling broadly when Stiles looked back at her.

- It looks good on you,' Stilinski smiled. Lydia lifted the corners of her lips in embarrassment and turned to the boy, fixing his hair.

- You too,' the redhead whispered. Smiling, Stiles just thought it was one of the best nights this school year.

Around seven in the evening, all the boys headed towards the hall, crossing paths with the Slytherins along the way. Will, transformed into some sort of prince, bowed respectfully to Lydia and kissed her hand, laughing the next moment and shaking Stiles' hand.

- Everyone's so intellectual today. What about me? I'm Batman! - Stiles waved his hands and ran to the hall to the laughter of everyone.

Having settled down on their seats, the guys started to look around and examine each other - the girls were preferably dressed as witches, princesses, queens and Greek goddesses. It was all rather boring, but that was until Marzia entered the hall and caused quite a sensation. First, the entire Hogwarts delegation fell silent, then simultaneously cheered, and a moment later simultaneously clapped their hands. Marzia lifted the corners of her lips, removed her pointed hat from her head and bowed to all her charges, walking on and sitting down between Sonia and Lydia.

- Are you serious? - laughed the redhead.

- Why wouldn't I be? - grinned the seventh year girl, reincarnated not as someone but as Professor McGonagall herself.

- My heart almost stopped at first,' Stilinski muttered, pressing his palm to his chest to prove his point.

- Dear friends, we are about to start the dinner, - Madame Maxime, standing next to her colleagues, smiled, looking around at the quiet students, - Since today is an unusual Halloween for Beauxbaton, my colleagues and I would like to make it special. There are many of you, you already know each other well and get along well. Why not have some sort of competition? Professor Dumbledore has some ideas. Professor? - the woman shifted her gaze to the man, who nodded happily and was immediately ahead of all the other professors. All the students of Hogwarts looked at each other and swallowed simultaneously.

- Good evening,' the Headmaster began with his broadest smile as always, spreading his arms out to the sides, 'So as not to torture you with his speeches, I'll just say that we'd like to have an evening of costumes and scary stories. We'll have a winner in both and we'll give token gifts at the end. What do you think about that, my friends?

The hall was silent for a few moments, and then it was filled with cheers of approval. Smiling, Dumbledore bowed to the students and said that the competition would start right after dinner - no one was going to go to bed before one o'clock in the morning anyway.

- I love it,' Lydia smiled sincerely. Stiles, grinning, just started eating.

About half an hour later, when the food on the tables was gone, the Headmasters called in their most responsible students - no one was surprised when those students turned out to be the three Champions. Marzia, coming from Hogwarts, pursed her lips in the manner of McGonagall, thus amusing all of her charges and Dumbledore at the same time. Then, after a short conversation, the two girls and the boy stood in the headmasters' seats and began to recite the rules, apparently invented on the fly by the headmasters.

- So,' smiled Marzia, 'There are no strict rules. It's just that whoever has a story to tell goes out and tells it. You can go in pairs, threesomes, foursomes, from different faculties and schools. Just interesting scary stories. Who dares to go first?

The Charmbatonians immediately looked at the playfully embarrassed smiling Steph and Wren, and the Hogwarts students looked at Stiles and Will sitting with exactly the same faces. And while the four boys were showing off, embarrassed and deflecting, Eleanor and Lydia suddenly got up from their seats and, winking at each other, came forward, sitting down in the chairs Marzia had conjured.

- This story happened to a girl named Juliet a few hundred years ago,' the Charmbaton spoke first, fixing the collar of her black turtleneck. Stiles and Will looked at each other and rolled their eyes, but they couldn't help smiling - it was a beautiful story, and considering that no one in the room knew it, it was even more beautiful, and it looked like a Halloween story with an ending like that. Stiles gave his friends a thumbs-up and listened.

Alternating with each other, Eleanor and Lydia recounted the story almost verbatim, occasionally glancing at each other and smiling. Of course, their costumes added a special charm, and Stiles literally couldn't take his eyes off Lydia when her usual green eyes changed colour to bright red. After about ten minutes, the girls finished and drew literally thunderous applause. Despite the fact that there were no particularly scary twists and turns in the story, absolutely everyone enjoyed it. Lydia and Eleanor bowed, smiled at each other and squeezed each other's fingers for a moment for support.

- Do you think we should tell them it's a Muggle fairy tale? - Sharmbaton whispered, leaning over to the redhead.

- I don't think so. Though the reaction would be lovely,' Lydia smiled.

Stefan and Reno were the next to speak. The guys chose a real scary story, even though it was quite strange. As they sat down in their seats, the guys looked at each other and winked subtly.

- Our town was known from children's fairy tales, and it would be a crime to miss it, passing so close to it, - Stefan began with a smile, - And our heroine wanted to see it with her own eyes. And she didn't regret it, although for a while she felt like she was in the set of an old puppet theatre. Everything around her was too tiny and old.

- She lived in a cosy family boarding-house with lush geraniums in the windows, smelling of wonderful home baking,' Renault said, 'It was cooked by Hannah, a tall young lady, always alert and impeccably dressed.

- It was a pleasure to have a word with her over a cup of coffee,' said OWLs again, 'and if necessary she could give her guests good advice on how to get to the right place or where to buy the most inexpensive souvenirs. Our heroine turned to her with her questions.

- Are you interested in the history of our city? - Raising his voice a few tones, Renault asked, as if imitating the voice of the hostess.

- Hanna fixed a lock of hair, which had fallen out of her immaculately styled hairspray,' Stefan said, as if speaking for the author.

- Then you should meet the archivist, who will tell you everything exactly as it is written in the chronicles. You'll find him in the town hall,' Renault again mimicked the woman's voice.

- The archivist met the heroine in a cramped office littered with books,' Stephan continued, 'Despite the warm autumn day, the room was heated. The heroine looked around, expecting to find a tiled stove, but there was a modern heater by the window. As a matter of fact, everything else was also in step with the times - plastic folders instead of ancient folios, an office chair instead of oak furniture. Only the archivist himself - small, grey-haired, wearing old-fashioned glasses with tarnished frames - reminded of the old days.

- He was not surprised at the arrival of the heroine,' Renault said, 'It is nearly eight centuries since the memorable event, but people are still interested in it, and the archivist is in the habit of telling the story over and over.

- In a muffled, cracked voice he began his narrative. His speech sounded quiet, almost a whisper, and the heroine had to guess the continuation of the phrase. And for this reason it seemed to her that she was seeing these events as if in a strange dream, and an old story was rising before her.

- 'It was a strange story-about how in a crowded and dirty market-place a man dressed in motley clothes appeared one day. The yellow and red shreds of his dress burned like the tongues of a fire, and many people said they smelled a faint odour of sulphur, as if from a burning torch. But in the mishmash of smells, colours and sounds it was difficult to say anything definite.

- It was said that he had come to the square straight from the town hall, where he and the burgomaster had struck a bargain. Whether that was true, no one knew,' Stefan changed his friend, and then fell silent again, giving Renault a chance to continue.

- The man laid a travelling bag on the ground, sat down on it, took out a silver flute, put it to his lips, and whispered softly. Immediately a strange and clear sound rang through the air, and there was such silence that one could hear a copper coin rattling on the floor behind the wall of the tavern.

- The sound was silver, thin and slender, like the flute that produced it; it was light and cold, like metal, and its coldness froze men and horses in place, forgetting to breathe and staring wide-eyed at the colourful flautist,' Renault paused dramatically and turned his gaze to Stephen, smiling faintly.

- And when the flute was silent for a moment, and the men finally sighed and looked around, they saw the ground moving as if covered with a living carpet. They were rats that had come to hear the witch's voice of the flute,' Stefan said with a playful grin.

- And then the motley man rose easily and walked away, without taking his strange instrument from his lips. And with a barely audible rustle, a flowing grey mass of rats followed him, filling the whole road. The rat river flowed out of the city and into the Weser. And quietly, silently and peacefully the rodents disappeared in the dark, draughty waves of the river,' Renault said his part.

- Mice and rats, the constant and hated companions of man, had left Hammeln forever. The rat hordes that had plagued the town had vanished as if they had never existed. And it seemed to the people as if they had awakened from a long grey sleep rested and cheerful.'

- Then the archivist fell silent and glanced at the clock on his wrinkled old hand,' Renault spoke again, 'It would have been well to end the story there. But the chronicle is inexorable - the continuation of the story was written in it.

- The heroine went to the window. The landscape was ordinary and lovely - a tiny well-groomed square, benches, a small children's playground, where children in brightly coloured jackets were digging around, - said Stefan smiling, - Girls with blond ponytails were building a sand castle, guarding it from a kid with a green spatula. But when they hesitated, the boy stealthily crept up and deftly swept away the sand towers.

- The heroine was distracted by the archivist's voice - as it turned out, he had been continuing his story for some time - Reno glanced at Stephan and grinned, as if to say that he had more of the story to tell now. Sighing, the blond nodded.

- 'They deceived the motley piper, and yet they had to pay a dear price for their deception. And that price was a lot more expensive than the gold that was left lying in the storerooms of the city. One Saturday he came back again, and again he wore a strange dress that burned with bright colours. Now he was dressed as a hunter, wearing a green camisole belted with a wide belt and high boots with polished buckles. The strange thing was that when they tried to remember his face afterwards, no one could name a single noticeable detail, though they all remembered his costume down to the smallest pea of brass buttons on the sleeve cuffs. But whether he was young or old, what colour his hair and eyes were, no one could describe. And if he had come into town in his usual dress, he might have wandered for hours without being recognised in the crowd, the same crowd that now surrounded him again.

- And again he brought his light flute to his lips,' Renauld took pity on his friend and decided to say a little himself, 'but its sound was different, and one wanted to cover one's ears, to shield oneself with one's hands. It was a piercing cry, full of anguish, which petrified all grown-up people who had already learnt sorrow and pain in life. But the children, whose hearts had not yet known misfortune, trustingly came closer and closer to the musician. And now he turned his back to the city, which had shamelessly deceived him, and walked away, and behind him, a motley crowd of children ran, hurrying and pushing, dropping rag animals and wooden soldiers on the road. They were leaving.

- Some said that they were sheltered by the waves of the Weser, others saw them disappear into the Kippenheim mountain, which opened its arms to meet them. The children were never seen again,' Stefan concluded the little story.

- So it was true? - Reno asked, raising his voice again, impersonating the protagonist.

- Without a doubt,' Stefan said, acting as the archivist.

- And they all disappeared without a trace? - Renault said with a playful amazement.

- Not all of them and not without a trace, - Stephan answered slowly, stretching his words on purpose, - One boy rubbed his foot with wooden shoes and could not walk. He was found crying bitterly on the road. The other children had indeed disappeared. But children's voices were heard on the streets of the town on the first, second and third anniversaries of this sad event, and mothers recognised the voices of their children. However, no matter how many times they called for them, the children did not return. They were never seen again.

- Then the archivist took off his glasses and rubbed the red mark on the bridge of his nose. He was tired. The story was over and it was time for the heroine to leave the hotly heated office. She had to say something last, but she couldn't find the right words, so she stopped silently at the window. The motley flock of children on the playground suddenly broke away and ran round the corner of the house. Behind the blond girls ran a boy. He tripped, twisted his leg, burst into tears of frustration, and limped off to catch up with the other children.

- Something pricked the girl's heart, and she ran out into the street. The twisted flights of stairs glimmered, the red-gold leaves under her feet flashed like brightly coloured shreds of a magician's dress. She rushed to the playground, but it was empty. There was a light silver flute on the bench,' Stefan said, lowering his voice at the end of his sentence, finishing the story and finally falling silent. After a few moments, all the students clapped, and the blond man, smiling genuinely wide again, shoved Reno in the shoulder and grinned, 'You dumped the biggest part on me, you bastard.

- It was your idea to pick this particular story, and you're being punished for it,' Reno laughed and stood up and bowed jokingly, smiling so that he could see the fangs that the poor Charmbatonian had worked hardest on today. As he passed Eleanor and Lydia, the boy leaned over to the girls and, smiling, whispered, 'You're not the only ones who know Muggle horror stories,' and sat back down. Eleanor and Lydia looked at each other and rolled their eyes with smiles.

- Stiles? Will? - Marzia raised her eyebrows. The boys looked at each other as if to have a silent dialogue and, nodding, went to their chairs.

- We haven't prepared as well as our dear friends before us,' Stiles began, smiling and folding his arms across his chest.

- So now you will see an improvisation,' Will nodded, clearing his throat, 'So, in a tiny town outside London, there lived a sorceress named Rose.

- No, not Rose,' Stilinski shook his head, wrinkling his nose and eliciting chuckles from the audience, 'Emily.

- Too cute a name,' Will frowned, 'Can we at least go with Ann?

- Come on,' Stiles nodded and turned back to the giggling audience, 'Sorry, technical difficulties.

- They won't know what it is, you fool,' Will sighed, "So, in a tiny town outside London, there lived a sorceress named Anne," Will looked at Stiles, as if to give him the opportunity to continue.

- I see your tactic, little brother,' Stiles smiled, squinting, 'She wasn't more than twenty, but she was so smart that almost everyone she knew went to her for advice.

- And she had a friend named Thomas,' Will said his suggestion.

- Who was, by the way, also very clever,' Stiles nodded and grinned.

- And one day the boys went for a walk in the middle of the night,' Will blurted out, apparently unable to think of anything better to do.

- Shall we go platitudinally? Okay,' Stiles thought for a moment, then shrugged, 'On the night of the first of November.

- Not fair,' Will muttered, "And they were passing an old abandoned house," the Slytherin squinted his eyes and smiled.

- Ann constantly thought that there were sounds like laughing, crying, talking and shouting coming from the house. She was especially frightened by children's sobs,' Stiles said with an ominous squint.

- So Thomas suggested that she go and see what was going on in the house,' Will said.

- Anne didn't want to agree, but in the end she just grabbed her wand and followed her obnoxious friend,' Stiles said without hesitation, who apparently didn't even know what was going to happen next or what he could think of.

- It was empty when the boys went into the house,' Will said, clearly pleased that he could describe the details instead of the main plot - the Slytherin was stumped as well.

- They went all around the house, but never met anyone,' Stiles said, showing his friend his tongue. The boys didn't even realise that they weren't scaring the audience, they were just making them laugh.

- And just as they were about to leave, the most important thing happened,' Will said, smiling contentedly.

- A medium-sized man with a pumpkin in his hand walked up to them.

- When Anne looked closely, she saw that he didn't have a head,' Will said.

- And as soon as the boys tried to run away, the doors and windows in the house disappeared and candles appeared under the ceiling,' Stiles said with a sinister smile.

- Turning back around, all the guys could see was the pumpkin resting in the man's hands smiling - Will was smiling too. The boys stopped goofing around and the room immediately became quiet, everyone began to listen intently.

- The last thing Anne remembered was that when the candle floated past her, there was a very loud baby cry,' Stiles whispered dramatically.

- No one saw Anne or Thomas after that night,' Will picked up on that.

- And there were two more candles in the abandoned house,' Stiles finished and looked over to the Slytherin and smiled as he listened to the applause, "Well, thank you, no need," the boy bowed.

- That was awful, but you somehow managed to make up for it at the very end,' Lydia grinned as Stiles returned to the table and sat down next to her.

After the boys, five more people spoke, each with their own story, and each was greeted warmly and escorted away just as warmly. Eventually, after about an hour, Marzia came to the front and looked round the room, smiling.

- In consultation, we decided to take a little vote. Whisper the name of the narrator you think has won,' she asked. Whispers immediately spread through the room, and behind Marzia's back an illusion of an award board with names on it appeared.

In the end, the winners were Stefan and Reno. The gift was the right to light the first pumpkin in the hall, and the joy with which the boys did it made absolutely every student smile. Then about the same time they chose the person with the best costume, and when Lydia won, the hall roared in agreement.

- I was the first one to say you look beautiful,' Stiles frowned. Lydia grinned and simply pecked her friend on the cheek and stood up from her seat, spinning around to show herself from all sides.

- And she didn't even work on her costume today,' Stiles sighed admiringly, once her friend had moved a normal distance away. Sonia, smiling, decided to pretend she hadn't heard that.

At about one o'clock in the morning, Reno excused himself, telling everyone that he'd be back soon. Stefan, grinning, whispered something to Sonja and soon left with the Gryffindor as well. About fifteen minutes later, when the Gryffindors were starting to get worried, all three of them came in, holding trays with a bunch of small cupcakes on them. Each one had a single candle on it. All the Hogwarts students immediately clamoured, smiling.

- It's a present, baby,' Lydia whispered to Sophie, who squeaked and nuzzled her nose into Martin's hand, blowing out her candle and eating the cupcake, "But we still need to work on our manners," Martin grinned.

- Happy birthday, Tim,' Stiles smiled as he watched the Krypter eat his treat, which was gone in seconds.

- He's definitely a reflection of your soul,' Lydia sighed.

***

- At least Halloween got us out of training,' Isaac sighed, trying to put in the lenses Malia had given him and not poke his eye out in passing.

- You better not show up in front of Tyler tonight, or he'll decide to make up conventions in the middle of dinner,' Scott grinned, fixing his hair.

- Remind me again who you are? - Matt frowned, looking at McCall for the fifth time this evening.

- I'm the Joker,' the Gryffindor sighed, 'Stiles and I share a costume. Except you can't appreciate it, he's far away. You'll see next year.

Luckily for the boys, Tyler was in a great mood and didn't have any practice. The entire Hogwarts congratulated the Krypters with one big cake that had a candle for each kid. Laughing, the boys went to their rooms only by three o'clock, and Tyler, taking pity on the players of the team, released them from lessons and training for the whole next day, saying that they had two more days before the match. Naturally, these two days were subsequently spent on the Quidditch pitch, but now the excitement that helped the boys not to die on broomsticks had settled in every player. Here came the first week of November, everyone around them started talking about one thing only - the upcoming match. And Scott really wanted to win.