Wolves in Hogwarts

Into Trouble

Scott felt exhausted after Moody's attempts to 'suppress' his werewolf side of himself. If Scott didn't know better he would of thought of him as trying to torture him with his kind of tactics like scaring him and even applying pressure to the point where he felt pain. 

It was over though by the time it was eight o'clock and Scott hurried to bed and passed out right away. 

In the morning Scott spotted Stiles over with Lydia at the Ravenclaw table. The two were having a conversation where he could practically see the snark on Lydia's face along with Stiles' sense of awkwardness radiating all over himself. 

Scott smiled and started to head over towards them although a familiar face stopped him. It was Allison with a big smile planted on her face. 

"Hey Scott how was detention?" Scott responded with a distressed face that Allison took as the answer. 

"I got something from my parents this morning, fast delivery." Allison then revealed the compound bow from her hand and aimed it at Scott. 

"Woah what are you doing," Scott asked defensive, Moody made him on edge. 

"Relax silly, I'm pretty sure you need arrows to make this thing an actual threat." 

"Right."

"Come on, let's go sit with Stiles and Lydia." Allison grabbed Scott's hand dragging him towards the others. Stiles and Lydia halted their conversation to greet Scott and Allison who sat down in front of them. 

"Tell Scott," Stiles motioned Lydia to Scott. Lydia put her lips together deciding whether or not it was the best decision, Scott wasn't exactly the luckiest guy in the world Lydia didn't want to throw chances at him. Although when push came to shove Lydia decided to tell him anyway. 

"Jackson is setting up a Quidditch game today," Lydia starts to explain, "and some people want others to attend, to participate so that he can get some ego on his shoulders." Lydia rolled her eyes at this but everyone else was silent. 

"What? You're not thinking about attending are you?" Lydia looked at the table with various degrees of shame to want to go. 

"I've never seen a game of Quidditch," Allison explained. 

"I always wanted to play," Scott announced.

"I want to see Jackson fall off his broom," Stiles explained honestly. Lydia just rolled her eyes at the three. She understood she was the mature one but this was ridiculous. Lydia just huffed and walked away from the buffoons. 

"But Lydia this is your house's table," Stiles shouted behind her. In response the other Ravenclaws gave the 'invaders' looks of displeasure.

Allison managed to drag Lydia into the forbidden forest. How? Lydia would never know but Allison wanted to test out her archery skills and Lydia was complied to be with her. So Allison took the various bows that came along with her. Bows that Lydia was surprised that they even made it into her hands without getting a detention. They surely were not safe but Allison's parents found a way even though they were muggles. 

Allison pulled back a bow to her ear targeting the tree. 

"I still don't like this idea," Lydia piped up distracting Allison from her target, letting it stab into the ground, "it's the same woods that Scott became a werewolf in." 

"But it's day," Allison argued, "and I have you." 

"Oh I'm flattered," Lydia said sarcastically. Allison didn't listen to the remark as she hit the tree with a different arrow, an arrow that exploded." Lydia's eyes rounded. 

"Okay this was actually a very good idea, you can take on some werewolves-" Lydia stopped talking when she heard a rustle in the distance. 

"You hear that," Allison asked Lydia nodded too scared to speak." 

"I'm going to go find out who it is," Allison said dropping the bows. 

"Allison don't be stupid," Lydia begged in a harsh whisper, "take a bow." Allison did and took off, leaving a worried Lydia in the woods by herself with nothing but a bunch of harsh arrows without a bow. Then Lydia grabbed her wand, she didn't know enough spells to do anything to a person other than inconvenience them, her parents didn't want her dabbling in those things but Lydia wish she did now. The noises were getting closer and closer and without much as a warning an arrow flew through the air with a boy catching it before it hit her in the face. 

"Lydia, oh god," Allison said before running to her. 

"You have to be careful in the woods," the boy said.

"Did you just happen to be here," Allison asked confused by his random presence. 

"Yeah you guys were going into get into trouble going in these woods I wanted to help you." 

"How? You're not even a year older than us." 

"I saved this girl didn't I?" 

"My names Lydia." 

"I'm Isaac."

"Let's just get out of here," Lydia said having enough trouble for the day. The other two followed her out of the woods. 

While Lydia and Allison were in the woods Scott and Stiles were out looking for Jackson for the first time in their life. They walked to the game arena seeing bits of Slytherins and Gryffindors. Scott didn't fit in house wise but Jackson looked at Scott as if he was a Gryffindor as his opponent.

"Hello McCall," Jackson teased, "I didn't know badgers could play Quidditch." 

"Shove off Jackson," Stiles intervened.

"And for a Slytherin you sure don't act like it, drop the Hufflepuff and be my 'friend'." Stiles was disgusted because Jackson wasn't just a stereotypical Slytherin, he was an ass. 

"No way, you're an ass." 

"I'm hurt Stilinski, guess you can't play." 

"I'll play," it was Scott intervening like he always does being the bigger person. 

"Well good luck punk," Jackson got on his broom and flew off already for the game to unfold. Scott got on his broom but Stiles tried to stop him. 

"Have you even rode a broom before?" Stiles asked, Scott shrugged. 

"There's a first time for everything." Scott was then off flying up in the sky and managing not to fall off his broom or even look to be out of control. It was like the instincts he had were higher based on his werewolf side of him. It was odd because that wasn't a side effect of being a werewolf, it was a side effect from his werewolf potion.

"Oh -" Stiles stopped before he swore and got himself up off the broom to tell Scott.