WHO: Derek and Santana WHAT: The very saddest of birthdays WHERE: Quidditch pitch WHEN: Saturday, May 25th, early afternoon WARNINGS: Santana
Derek had found a few moments to himself in between the chaos still reigning. After taking a few deep breaths that didn't smell like smoke and sweat and fear, he set off for the edge of the Forbidden Forest on a mission.
It was kind of ridiculous, he realized, to be focusing on the birthday of someone who was essentially a stranger. It was especially ridiculous to be doing so while all the other shit was going on. And it was especially, especially ridiculous for a werewolf to be picking fucking daisies. and yet here he was.
True to his promise, he spelled the flowers to last longer without water, a spell he'd seen his mother cast hundreds of times. It hurt a little to mutter the words, but then, a lot of things had hurt worse in the last few days.
Returning to the Qudditch pitch and the tent he was sharing with Stiles, he whistled for Nightwing and took him outside. "Find Santana," he told him, then sent him to the sky.