WHO: Derek and Stiles WHAT: Triumphant return and epic rescue WHERE: Derek's new home, the dungeons WHEN: Saturday, May 18th, evening (backdated) WARNINGS: Aftermath of noncon
Derek was exhausted. Between getting the final checkups, flooing back to Hogwarts, packing his things and moving into his new quarters in the dungeon ("For the comfort of the other students," Figgins had said with a forced grin. Derek had seen the room with the reinforced silver chains, so he figured out what Figgins was talking about); he was just plain worn out. Everything was complicated by the fact that one arm was in a sling and he was doing most of the moving and setting up by himself.
The good news was that he'd talked to Figgins and the CoMC teacher and they had both agreed (if a little too reluctantly on Figgins' part) that he could make a fine addition to the Hogwarts staff. He'd stay around for the summer and learn what he needed, provided he still wanted to after his first full moon. Yeah Derek wasn't looking forward to that; full transformation or not, the thought of losing control scared teh shit out of him. Thank Merlin for Stiles and how well he'd taken all of this, considering.
That was bothering him, though: the distinct lack of Stiles. A few attempts at poking him through the journals and even sending Nightwing out had yielded no results, which was making Derek nervous. So after a dinner spent ignoring hushed whispers and blatant staring, he decided to go in search of his lover. Tucking his wand into the front pocket of his hoodie and adjusting the sling so it wasn't digging into his neck, he locked the door of his little dungeon home behind himself and strode off, intent on finding Stiles even if he had to hunt all night.