unfinished teen wolf hp au
i wrote this literally years ago and i’m never going to complete it, but i figured i’d post it here in case anyone was interested :)
A flick seems like too much- really, there is no point with the way the wrist had to bend to accommodate the second swish. He pulls out his wand, the grey tint of mountain ash turning near silver in the candlelight of the great hall, and performs the spell without the flick, “Aureus!” His quill obligingly turns into solid gold, and he turns it back to scratch out the last instruction in the book. McGonagall does this thing with her eyebrows when he screws around with the spells, and this is going to be awesome.
“That’s a fifth year spell, you utter freak,” his bag is pushed aside onto the floor so Jackson can slide in beside him. “Wait two more years.”
Stiles grabs his bag to save it from the dirty, dirty floor and places it on his other side, “We can’t all be Charms nerds like you. Speaking of, how’d your meeting with Flitwick go?”
Jackson’s sneer turns into an almost smile, “He offered to teach me dueling in exchange for being his research assistant.”
He hits him in the shoulder with his transfiguration book, which judging by Jackson’s glare may be too heavy for that, “Shut up! That’s amazing - there are seventh years who’d kill some small children to get that opportunity.”
Jackson’s smile dims back into a frown. He glances across at the other tables in the great hall, “I’m sure those rumors will start soon enough.”
Stiles nudges the other boy so he looks back at him, “Well, I think it’s great, and well earned. You’ve done our house proud.”
He makes the face he does when he’s pleased but doesn’t want to show it and starts loading his plate with food. “Did you go to the tryouts yesterday? I didn’t see you.”
Stiles opens his book so he can get back to taking notes, “Why put myself through the second hand embarrassment? Besides, there’s only one chaser spot open, and it’s not like Ethan and Aiden are going to choose someone bad.”
“They chose you,” he points at Stiles with his fork.
He sticks his tongue out, “I’m a brilliant seeker, or at least I suck less than everyone else. Forget that, come with me to Gryffindor tryouts, that’s going to be intense. And brutal. Danny lost all of his team except for Scott and Heather.”
“All the easier to crush them,” Jackson snorts.
Stiles copies down the spell to turn a raven into a writing desk, not sure when he’d ever feel the need to use it, but that’s hardly the point. “Danny Mahealani is the nicest, friendliest person ever, except on the Quidditch field. He runs the Gryffindors way harder than twins do us.”
Jackson rolls his eyes, “Literally the last thing I want to do is watch you and McCall panting after each other for three hours. We’ll kill them in the first game, and every game after, and that’s all that matters.”
“Speaking of,” he waves across the hall, and Scott’s already scanning the table to catch sight of him. They exchange a few eyebrow waggles and suggestive hand gestures, the same system they developed when they were eight, and he starts to pack up his things. “I’m going to have dessert at the Gryffindor table, want to come?”
“No,” he says, although he’s looking a little too intently at his mashed potatoes, “I don’t actually enjoy getting detention, you know.”
Stiles hikes his bag over his shoulder, “Do you know that you don’t have start a duel every time we sit with the Gryffindors?”
“Yes I do,” Jackson scowls, “because one of those bastards will run their mouths about me, or you, and then I’ll have beat some manners into them. They could at least pretend to be civilized and say those things behind our backs. House of muggleborns, they were never taught any honor.”
“You don’t actually have to do anything when they say something about me,” Stiles points out, “and we’re Slytherins, we don’t have honor.”
“I have honor,” he stabs his chicken as if it’s personally offended him.
Stiles is pretty sure that’s the other boy’s answer to both of his previous statements, and he makes a point of sighing dramatically as he drops his bag back onto the bench. “Don’t move, I’ll make Scott come over here.”
