Teen Wolf
Little did Danny know, that when he twirled the witch into oblivion, a little stoaway had come loose.
A spell, innocently hitching a ride to Beacon Hills, nestled itself now comfortably into Danny´s hair.
A week later, he brushed past Stilinski at one of his usual clubs. He wouldn´t have noticed in particular, if not a second later, five notorious ladies of the drag queen conviction were all over his classmate, petting his hair and making cooing noises at him.
He raised an eyebrow. Maybe that would finally answer some of Stiles´questions. Danny could only hope. Meanwhile, he could dance.