Isaac Lahey Imagines

Rehearsals (Part One)

You can feel your tension growing with every second that you just sit here and think. There are too many variables in the task ahead of you, too many people with too many options to do wrong by you. It's very important that you get this right, you just don't know that you can. It's strange- you're literally a witch, with magic flowing through her fingertips whenever you wish it so. You live in a town where werewolves, banshees, and kitsunes are just a part of your regular friend group, yet the thought of having to direct a musical at your high school is enough to completely throw you off of your rhythm.

Lydia Martin, one of your closest friends, grimaces at you in sympathy from across the table. "Already overthinking it?" 

You sigh. "A little. Okay, a lot. I mean, I love theatre and directing is going to be so much fun, I just know that it's going to be a lot of work and I'm worried about that. Can you really blame me?" 

Lydia scoffs. "Y/N, I've seen you suspend werewolves in midair with your magic. I think you can handle this."

You roll your eyes. "There's a difference between being able to use my magic in times of stress and having to manage a whole bunch of high school theatre kids without any spells whatsoever." 

Lydia tilts her head to the side, acknowledging this. "Okay, you're not wrong. So, what's the plan? I know you've got something in mind."

You can't help but let a slow smile cross your face as you think of the months ahead of you. "Actually, I do have a plan. Auditions just happened, and I know a few kids who will be just great in the leading roles. I would love to perform myself, but you know just as well as I do that me and a stage and dozens of people watching me just doesn't work. So..." 

You end up talking about the upcoming show with Lydia as you walk to class, going over every detail, even those that you haven't completely thought through yet.

You do this every year- every time you stress over directing the musical, every year Lydia's there to reassure you that it will all be fine. Honestly, sometimes you think you should just install her as co-director, from all the advice and talks you have with her. She might know the inner workings of every production better than some of the stage crew, and her opinions on costuming and set design and makeup have come in handy more than a couple of times.

Yes, you're definitely keeping up with everything musical-related. It's your job, after all, and to be honest, it's easier to focus on this than the constant power struggle between supernaturals in Beacon Hills and the hunters. You're a supernatural yourself- a witch, the same as your family and the rest of your coven. You were Lydia's friend before you were Scott's, although the second you heard about his status as a werewolf, you were more than willing to help out. You've been using your magic ever since, to take down hunters, save your friends, and basically do whatever you can to make sure that Scott McCall and his pack make it out alive from whatever skirmish they find themselves in, a fate that seems to befall them time and time again.

As you walk inside the school, still talking excitedly with Lydia, you fail to notice the blond boy watching you from the parking lot, the one with a soft smile on his face as he looks at you.

Isaac feels like he's been knocked out cold. Again. He just can't help it- every time he goes to school, intending as always to go along with whatever plan Derek's lined up for him about intimidating Scott and his friends and trying to get Lydia Martin to tell them about the identity of the kanima, he can't help but get distracted. Isaac's not thinking about danger from a hunter attack, or anything supernatural at all. No, he can't stop thinking about one girl in particular- Y/N L/N.

She's walking with Lydia to class now, actually, smiling earnestly as she talks through something. Judging by what Isaac's picked up from when he coincidentally sits next to them in class or at lunch, it's probably about the school's latest musical, which Y/N happens to be directing. Honestly, Isaac doesn't think there's a single thing about Y/N L/N that doesn't impress him.