Enchanted - A Stydia / Jily AU - Teen Wolf

Voodoo Doll.

I don't even like you, why'd you want to go and make me feel this way?

-Voodoo Doll, Five Seconds of Summer.

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Friday morning started like a firework, an over-excited Malia being the fuse. She had spent the past twenty four hours nagging and pleading, until eventually even Allison agreed to go to watch the Gryffindor Quidditch team practice before their game on the weekend.

Lydia rolled her eyes and sighed at Malia's irritated, snippy retorts to Allison's defiant chatter about just how much she did not want to go. Kira nudged Lydia in the ribs in agreement, her mouth full of toothpaste. Her eyes - the same liquorice black as Scott's - sparkled as though she had been awake for hours.

"Guys!" snapped Lydia, effectively cutting off the other two's babble. "It's not even five in the morning, I have had next to no sleep, I'm hungry, I look like hell, and I'm having a very serious disagreement with my uterus as to how much pain is actually necessary with the red devil in my belly. So if you would like to keep your eyeballs intact and in their sockets, I suggest you both shut the hell up."

Malia and Allison fell into a shocked silence, and Kira burst into laughter at their gobsmacked expressions, spraying minty foam everywhere. Lydia huffed a sigh, letting go of the tension that had built between her shoulder blades, before going back to liberally applying concealer to the under-eye shadows that gave Isaac Lahey a run for his money.

The girls rugged up in beanies, scarves, and gloves, raiding Lydia's stash of muggle 'energy bars' and Kira's much bigger stash of candy for breakfast, since the Great Hall wasn't open yet. They groaned and rolled their eyes at Malia painstakingly redoing the wings on her eyeliner, as if Stiles would somehow see them from his broomstick.

With no other means of getting there, they began the cold journey to the Quidditch pitch with Malia leading the group. Lydia thought enviously of Stiles and Scott, how they simply had to grab their broomsticks and jump out of their dormitory window. It would take the boys under a minute to fly there, whereas the girls walked for a solid half an hour before they arrived.

Lydia blamed a lot of their extended walking time on Kira's fascination with everything they came across, from the supposedly magical yellow moss growing on a rock, to the cranky gnomes prowling around the bushes, to the pixes flying excitedly through the misty air, squeaking to each other in their high little voices.

Allison handed out four charmed-to-stay-hot flasks full of hot chocolate when they were finally seated high in one of the Gryffindor grandstands, a different color for each girl.

"Neemmy left us a geeft," she explained with a grin, taking a sip from her pink one.

Allison had made friends with a house elf named Nimmy during her first few weeks at Hogwarts, and the four girls often woke to little presents of cookies or pastries that Nimmy had brought up from the kitchens. Lydia figured that the elf must have overheard their late-night bickering session about whether or not to go watch the Quidditch, and caught Allison's comment on how cold it was going to be.

She was a sweet thing; small, even for a house elf, and with massive blue eyes that only ever looked at Allison. She adored her, and they had all grown very fond of their tiny friend.

"I love Nimmy," sighed Lydia contentedly, feeling the warmth from the creamy drink spread from her stomach to the rest of her body.

"Me too," agreed the other three simultaneously.