Wicked Witchcraft (Stiles Stilinski)

Warm Introductions and Even Warmer Hands

Birds, papers, and desks still littering the floor, everyone remained in the room. The police had shown up, and the sheriff who I had seen across the street last night came up to me to ask some questions. His badge was gleaming and his name tag read Stilinski.

"Are you alright?" Still a bit shocked, I merely nodded. He took this as a sign to continue, "Can you tell me your name for the record."

Letting out a shaky breath, I replied, "June Child." A flicker of recognition lit up in the Sheriff's eyes.

"Child, huh? Did you just move out here, June?" I glanced up at him, and nodded again. All while this conversation was happening, I felt a pair of eyes burning holes into my back. Three guesses who, really.

"Only reason I ask was because I think we're neighbors. I noticed the moving van last night, did you get settled in alright?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so. Just need to get familiar, I suppose. Does this kind of thing happen often in Beacon Hills?" I semi-joked. He let out a breathy laugh, but his eyes looked like he wanted to tell me you have no idea. Past the formalities of the conversation, he gestured behind me.

"Well I'll make sure that my son and I do our best to make you feel welcome here. Stiles-" he pulled his son around so he was in my view. Low and behold, it was the guy who was talking to Lydia about the bizarre animal occurrences here. And also the boy I'm pretty sure was staring at me intently this entire conversation. Stiles almost this fell over his feet being pulled by his dad.

"Stiles, this is June Child, she moved here just last night, so - uh, do your best to make her feel welcome. Don't be - don't be you." Stiles gave his dad an offended look. The sheriff turned to me and put his hand on my shoulder, "I'm glad you're alright, June, maybe you can come around for dinner sometime." I smiled in appreciation at him and turned back to his son as soon as he walked away.

"Your name is Stiles Stilinski?"

"You got here just last night?" We both said at the same time. He looked at me, all offended.

"No, it's just the name I go by, did you get here last night?"

"What's your real name?" I smirked at his lack of patience, and his eye twitched.

"Stiles. Did you get here last night," he asked again with no trace of politeness.

Still smiling, I remarked, "You just said that wasn't your real name," I was ignoring the question on purpose, and his reaction was becoming more and more hilarious. His mouth was set in a thin line, and his hands kept twitching.

"It's a name, and it's real, what more do you need to know?" Letting him win, I shrugged, inviting him to go on, "So last night? You moved from...?"

"New York, actually. Weren't you eavesdropping on Lydia and I's conversation earlier to get that part?"

He shifted, slightly uncomfortable, "If I'm honest I didn't really understand a majority of what you two were talking about."

Ignoring him, I sighed. "Gotta say, I was really betting on the fact that I was moving to a quiet town. Is this a normal deal for Beacon Hills?"

His eyes widened slightly and all too quickly he replied, "No! no, hardly ever, no weird happenstances... happening... over here..." he trailed off, scratching the side of his temple. What a terrible liar.

"Right but the deer? Didn't a deer do something weird just last night?" His gaze snapped over to mine in surprise. His eyes really were a nice color, like someone poured honey all over chocolate. Weird combination, but a delightful aesthetic regardless. His eyes narrowed in confusion and suspicion.

"Deer? How did you-"

"Well you just confirmed it, but in all honesty, if you don't want people eavesdropping on your conversations, maybe you should try talking a bit quieter." I slid off of my desk and gathered my things as I saw that the police were letting us go. As I was about to brush past him I stopped, my head coming to about the top of his shoulder.

"Nice to meet you, Stiles."

I stalked out of the room to find my locker. My phone buzzed, and I saw that Ginny had texted me, telling me she was on the way to come and get me. When I did find my locker, I noticed that Lydia was closing her locker, and was talking to another girl from our class, with short brown hair and a pretty dress with boots. I was about to walk up to her, when another girl rammed past me in haste to get there first.

Putting things away in my locker and getting ready to go wait for Ginny, I looked over at Lydia and the two girls again, only to find that the girl who practically tackled me now had a vice grip on Lydia and her friend. Before I could go over and tell her to ease up on the physicality, she turned and left. I slowly made my way over to the two of them.

"Is that typically how people greet you, Lydia?" She glanced over at me, recognition lighting up her face. "Seriously, are you two okay?"

"She bruised me," Lydia exclaimed in disbelief. The brunette looked down at her forearm.

"Huh, me too. Sorry, I don't think I got your name, I'm Allison." She held out her hand to me. Gently, I grabbed it, telling her my name.

"June? That's such a pretty name!" Looking down she stated, "Whoa, your hand's really warm." I immediately rescinded my had from her grasp.

"Sorry, I have abnormally warm hands. Or so I'm told. But, uh, at least I don't need gloves in the winter." I internally cringed. It would have actually been easier to tell her that magic is in fact constantly at the tips of my fingers. Sorry excuses aside, Allison gave me a warm smile.

Lydia held her hand out to me and interrupted, "Hand me you're phone. We're not done talking about Hopkins, or the fact that your closet is probably the closest thing to 'off the runway' any of us will ever see." I laughed and quickly handed her my phone, and after entering her number, she handed it to Allison to do the same. Allison seemed slightly distracted, often glancing up to see if that girl would come back.

"Hey are you guys sure you're okay?" I asked them, and they both looked back to me.

"Yeah we're fine. In fact, that's my dad coming down the hall. Do you need a ride or anything?" Allison asked. I shook my head.

"No I'm fine, I've got a ride. It was nice to meet you guys." I felt my phone buzz, and knowing that was Ginny waiting outside for me, I gave the girls a mock salute and left the school. I found Ginny's car, and slid in. Getting settled, I looked over to her, and stopped. She had a suspicious look on her face.

"What?"

"Did you do that to just get out of school, June?" My jaw dropped.

"What? No! Look, Gin, I may not know the extent of my abilities, but I'm about ninety nine percent sure that that wasn't me!" She gave me a skeptical look so I added, "Really! Scout's honor I didn't do it and if I did, it was unintentional. Besides, that is way too much effort to get out of school, I would have just tricked the teacher into believing I was sick, or something, or maybe-" I stopped at her pointed look.

"I didn't do it, Ginny. Rest assured I had every intention of staying in school like you wanted me to. But there is something off about this whole thing though. I overheard this boy talking about a deer doing the exact same thing last night too."

Ginny pulled out of the parking lot. "What are you saying, June? Animals killing themselves on purpose here?"

"I'm saying that one: you shouldn't be skeptical of anything, Ginny. I'm a witch, that's proof enough. Two: you might have moved us to a not-so-quiet town after all."