“You look like you’re going to fall over, Professor Hale,” Stiles said as he stopped petting Batman only to transform a nearby pillow into a chair. “Sit. Now or I will call attention to just how bad you look.” Stiles threatened Derek because the guy looked like he needed something to eat and a long nap. “They won’t let you out of the Great Hall if they think you will faint somewhere.” Stiles pointed to the chair and gave Derek a look.