a bunch of Teen wolf imagines and preferences...

9- witch- stiles imagine- part 1

You moved to beacon hills when you were 10. One day your parents sat you down and told you that you would be moving the next week. It was all very sudden but you didn't question it. You were glad to be leaving as you had an uneasy feeling about staying in the town you had only been living in for 7 months. You moved around for most of your life. Your parents never gave you an explanation, so you learnt to simply not ask.

 Luckily when you moved to beacon hills it felt right and your parents seemed to think so. You have been living there for 7 years. You moved over the road from a hyperactive boy and you quickly became friends. You, Scott and stiles were inseparable and you were thrown into the supernatural world when Scott was bitten.

As soon as this happened things changed. Every now and then Scott would look at you differently and when you asked what was wrong, he never knew.

You were sat in English one day, watching a video that was being projected onto the screen at the front. You were sat at the back of the room, trying to entertain yourself. You sat doodling in your book. You knew the teacher wouldn't see so you drew whatever came into your mind. You ended up drawing a bird. You looked out of the window through the edge of the blind, noticing a bird like the one you drew flying outside. You studied the way it moved, wanting to draw a bird in flight next time. When you glanced back down to the page. It was blank, confused, you flicked through the book, but there was no sign of the drawing. You scanned the room to see if anyone could've taken it whilst you weren't looking but everyone seemed to be oblivious to what you were doing. Then it clicked.

The next time something like this happened was in art. You painted the fruit that was on the table in the centre. After the bell had rung the teacher asked everyone to leave their work behind to be looked at to check progress. You handed yours in, then the teacher looked at it, calling out your name. She showed you the piece of paper you had worked on, pointing out a huge space in the painting. You stared at the white gap, then at the fruit bowl that was still placed in the centre of the room. You noticed a clear difference, the apple in the bowl was missing in your drawing. You apologised and went home confused. It wasn't until you packed your school bag the next day that you realised what had happened. You pulled out the apple from the bottom, under your books. You knew straight away it was from the art room as they had fake apples and this one definitely wasn't real.

You were intrigued to find out what was happening so you grabbed a pencil and some paper and drew a beetle. You didn't know what to do next so you held it up in the air and stared at it. Nothing. You placed in back down and closed your eyes, willing for it to be real. When you opened your eyes, you found the beetle scuttling round the paper. You were speechless. You had no idea what was happening.

"I thought I could feel magic" you turned around noticing your mum in the doorway.

"Magic?" you questioned, wondering if she was messing around with you.

"y/n we need to talk about why we had to move around a lot." She sat down and explained to you that you were a witch and had to move around because of events that had happened due to your magic.

For example, when you were 8 you saw a girl being bullied and it made you very angry. Later on you found out she had arrived home and found thousands of wasps swarming around her room. You always thought it was just an odd incident but it turns out you had caused it.

Finding out you were a witch was a lot to handle, so as soon as your mum explained it all you went out. She explained that drawings coming to life was one of the many powers you could have. The number of powers varies from person to person and there are a range you can get. The power you have only brings the drawings to life for a limited amount of time, but it is useful once you know how to control it.

Telling the pack would be a challenge for you. Scott obviously knew something was up, but you were hesitant to tell them because you didn't know how they were going to react. Plus you didn't really understand it yourself. You were sat at stiles' house when your next power came. You were studying for the French test you had the next day.

"I don't understand any of it!" stiles sighed, closing a vocab book. You decided to stop and do a listening exercise instead. You were sat, listening intently whilst stiles was trying to scribble down some sort of answer. Suddenly you paused it.

 "How are we supposed to practice French when the listening exercises are in English?" you exclaimed. Stiles looked up at you.

"It's in French y/n..." he said. You disagreed, playing it again, realising that it was in French, but you understood every word.

"y/n, what's going on?" he questioned, moving the books to sit in front of you.

"Stiles I'm a witch." You stated, not knowing any other way to tell him. You explained how you can make drawings come to life and you were curious as to why you could understand French. The two of you listened to a range of different languages and you could understand every one of them.You told the pack a few days later at a pack meeting. Between when it happened and telling the pack you had talked to your parents and they didn't know what you were either. So you Scott, Kira and the others all sat down and searched through every set of books you had.

"I don't think it's worth looking in half of these books, we already know what y/n is. What we need to be looking at is witches." Derek said.

"Ok so what do you suggest?" Lydia snapped. Derek stood up.

"We go to the library." Everyone stared at him.

"What?" stiles asked? "You. You want to go to a library to search what supernatural witch power y/n has developed."

"yes." Derek replied, turning to exit the building. You all followed and went to the library, splitting off once you were inside. You had no idea where to start, so you wandered up and down the aisles looking at each book, running your fingers along them. You paused halfway down one of the aisles. Your fingers stopped on a large, dusty book. It felt different to the others. The material and texture was the same, it was very old, but it felt different. You didn't know why so you took the book and sat down.

"What do you have there?" stiles asked, pulling the seat out beside you.

"I don't know but it feels.... It feels like magic." He grabbed the book and tried to open it, with no success. You took it from him and put all your effort into opening it. It flew open, slamming on the table. It had taken a lot less effort than you thought.

"Ok so maybe only witches can open it." Stiles muttered. You analysed the writing. You told him how it was hand written therefore it must be very old and the different sections corresponded to different powers and spells. You both searched through the contents until you found one related to language.

'Cypher'

"I'm a cypher...." You whispered reading more about it.