That Summer (Teen Wolf FF)

Magical Food

I walked downstairs with Stiles to see Scott going through the fridge obviously looking for something to eat.

"Scott quit going through the fridge, I'll make you guys something."

Scott closed the refrigerator door quickly and took a seat next to Stiles at the first island.

"What do you boys want?"

"Pizza!!"

"Ice Cream!"

"Steak!"

"French Fries!"

"Pie!"

"Cookies!"

"STOP!" I yelled.

Did they really think I could make all that? I could but it would take hours! Not to mention blood, sweat and tears!

"Guys I can't make that in under 10 hours! Let alone the 10 minutes you want it to be ready by!"

The boys whined, and I pouted but stopped. I might be able to do this. I can conjure up sunny side eggs if I have eggs, but conjuring something out if thin air? I could never do that! Even when I conjured a bow that one time, I used string, pencils and rubber bands to make the shape and then I made a bow surround it! I was practically using pencils as a weapon! I had no ingredients, and honestly no patience. I flitted to my room and grabbed the book of witches and spells. I flitted back down and both the boys looked at me funnily.

"What?" I asked.

"You walk REALLY fast." Scott said.

"Vampire, remember?" I said in a 'duh' tone.

"Right uh, well I don't know about Scott but I'm starving so food please!" Stiles said, well demanded.

"If you don't ask nicely you don't get anything." I said sternly.

"Please, pretty please, please, please make us food!" Stiles said begging. I smiled and nodded.

"Come to two things you both want to eat and if after those two things you want something else as well I'll make it."

"Okay!" Scott and Stiles said. They started whispering to each other while I looked through the book.

I came to the conjuring section, my smile faltered. It said that, you had to be extremely powerful to conjure things out of thin air. Especially large things luckily this wasn't anything like a car. Apparently, you had to say what you wanted very, very, very specifically. Or you could have a problem, no vagueness and it has to rhyme? Seriously? Is this elementary school poetry class? Whatever, I'll take what I can get.

"What have you boys decided?" I asked closing the book and looking for my apron that my father got me for my birthday. I started to tear up. He's really gone. I'm alone.

"Are you okay?" I heard someone ask.

"What? Oh yeah I'm fine! What do you guys want?" I asked composing myself. They both seemed to shake it off.

"We've decided..." Stiles said drumming his hands on the island with Scott.

"PIZZA! And.... BROWNIES!" They screamed.

I just laughed and shook my head, alright Im not going to conjure those, its too much stress! I opened the pantry door with my finger, there's my apron! I flicked it over and put it on.

"Flour, cocoa powder, eggs, milk, sugar, glass square dish, butter, cinnamon-" I relayed the ingredients to myself.

"Cinnamon?!" Both the boys asked with disgusted faces.