{Latin ^ Means summoning} Wednesday, February 2nd 2011 {Day 25}
{Words: 2815}
Derek hurriedly makes his way back to the hospital parking lot, his steps quick and determined, until he reaches his sleek Camaro. Swiftly, he unlocks the car and reaches for the door, only to catch sight of a folded piece of paper discreetly tucked beneath the windshield wiper. Intrigued, he retrieves it, unfolding the paper with meticulous care, and begins to read its contents with a sense of curiosity. His gaze shifts upward momentarily as if searching for any lingering observers before he swiftly pivots back towards the hospital. Without hesitation, he races towards the entrance, his pace now faster than ever, his grip tightens around the crumpled paper, and within a heartbeat, his car roars out of the parking lot and seamlessly merges into the bustling street.
Meanwhile, within the school, Mr. Harris examines the contents of the paper while Morwen Scott and Stiles occupy the otherwise empty classroom. Scott, holding a wad of tissues to his nose, turns to Mr. Harris and speaks gently, "Excuse me, I understand it's detention and all, but my brother and I are supposed to be at work..."
Morwen lets out a sigh, stows their phone, and retrieves a sketchpad. They glance up at Mr. Harris and add, "We really can't afford to lose our jobs." Mr. Harris dismisses their concerns.
In a peaceful moment, Morwen and Scott sit alongside Stiles. Stiles leans in and whispers to both of them.
Scott smirks and lets out a slight laugh, saying, "You two knew I would heal."
Stiles nods in agreement and replies, "Yep."
"So you did that to help me understand," Scott shakes his head.
Morwen grins faintly and nods, saying, "Yep."
Scott sighs and continues, "For not being there the day before when your father got injured."
This time, Stiles remains silent, focused on what lies ahead.
Scott, still feeling a bit embarrassed, shakes his head and says, "You're my best friend. I don't want you to be upset with me." Stiles turns to face Scott, fully attentive now, while Morwen focuses on their drawing, tuning out the conversation.
Stiles lets out a sigh, slightly irritated, and responds, "You possess something, Scott. It's a gift that you have, whether you want it or not. You have abilities that others don't."
Morwen glances up, closes their notebook, and remarks, "That suggests you no longer have a choice. It implies that you are compelled to take action."
Scott nods and declares, "I understand. And I will embrace it." Mr. Harris, scanning the room with his newspaper, finally sets it down.
Mr. Harris speaks gently, "All right, each and every one of you. It's time to leave." They gather their belongings and exit the classroom.
As night falls at the animal clinic, Deaton is engrossed in paperwork when he hears the sound of chimes ringing on his door.
"Morwen... Scott, you're late again," Deaton remarks quietly. "I hope this doesn't become a habit." When he looks up, he realizes that it's Derek, not Scott, who has entered.
Deaton nods silently and asks, "Can I help you?"
Derek grins sarcastically and replies, "I certainly hope so. I'm intrigued by the creature you came across with the spiral marking on its side."
