"I appreciate it." Derek rolled his eyes. He'd done plenty of things the muggle way for a long time. Now he could wave a wand and do them. Much easier, and worth the practice. But if Stilinski wanted to, he couldn't stop him.
Derek sighed. "I don't want to. I don't want to admit that I'm even doing this." He glanced into the box of clothes and went to his drawers, putting a few more sweaters in to take to the castle. It was always drafty, and no matter how many warming spells he cast he couldn't quite chase away the chill. He'd always run hot so he liked it warm. Another reason he wanted to stay home.