Teen Wolf x Harry Potter

What are you doing here?!

He sheepishly grins and waves.

Mattheo: "Hello."

Evelyn: "I'm gonna go have a small chat with Mr. Riddle here. I'll be back."

I pull him inside and slap him.

Mattheo: "What was that for?"

Evelyn: "You came to my home, and for what? You were eavesdropping in on my conversation with my brother and his friends, which was none of your business, need I add. And you had no right to be here anyway."

Mattheo: "Actually Dumbledore sent me with you. I was the guy you sat next to on the plane."

I punched him again in the arm.

Mattheo: "Ow! And why didn't you tell anyone you were a werewolf?"

Evelyn: "I'm dangerous! And lucky I got Derek to turn me into their kind of werewolf so I can control myself on the full moon, and other times."

Mattheo: "Do you mind if I see your eyes?"

Evelyn: "You're looking at them."

Mattheo: "I mean your other eyes."

Evelyn: "Ugh, fine."

I close my eyes and when I open them again, they're a steel blue. Not many knew of their true color. Mattheo gently takes my face and looks at my eyes. I kinda just stand there as he looks at my eyes. He finally let go of my face and stepped away from me.

Mattheo: "When?"
Evelyn: "Third year."

Mattheo: "When was your brother?"
Evelyn: "Last year. It's more crazy for him. He's had to deal with Kanimas, psycho burned werewolves, human sacrifices, and now a pack full of murderous alphas."

Mattheo looks at me dumbstruck.

Mattheo: "What's a Kanima?"

I go on and explain.

Mattheo: "What else is there?"

Evelyn: "Well, there are Kitsunes, Banshees, a Darach, and way more we have yet to discover."

He just stands in shock as he takes it all in.

Mattheo: "Okay, so you're saying the supernatural is real?"

Evelyn: "Our third-year DADA teacher was a werewolf. But yeah. And your dad is a noseless freak who can talk to snakes and is after a kid, who he couldn't kill as a baby."

Mattheo: "Good point. So, what are your brother's friends? What are they?"
Evelyn: "Let's go ask because I don't even know half of them."

We walk outside and I explain to them.

I point to myself.

Evelyn: "Werewolf and witch."

Scott: "Werewolf."

Lydia: "Banshee."

Derek: "Werewolf."

Allison: "Hunter."

Issac: "Werewolf."

Mattheo looks at Stiles.

Mattheo: "What are you?"
Stiles: "The best friend and comic relief."

Mattheo: "Okay. This is a lot to take in. But okay."

Evelyn: "You're a wizard, your dad doesn't have a nose because of magic, and your 3rd-year teacher was a werewolf if you don't remember. And your noseless bald dad got killed by a baby."

Mattheo: "Okay! I get it. You don't need to say everything right now. And please stop dissing my dad."

I laugh briefly and then return to a serious face.