Misspelling... get it? Get it?

[burnedwolf]

[Peter couldn' help smirking at he was thinking about Stiles calling him. He was trying a spell. A spell. Not a potion or something more practical, but a damn spell form the books they got from the vault. Of course, it bound to fail, but Peter had to admit Stiles had guts.

Though he also reminded himself to warn the idiot for dangerous experiments with spells.

Either way, to not to discourage the boy, Peter decided to take him on a date. He wanted to have a good steak too anyway.]

So tell me, what were you trying to achieve again?

[He asks as they get out of Stiles' jeep to walk to the restaurant.]

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[causticly]

[ To say Stiles had been disappointed was an understatement. Sure, maybe spells weren't the best thing to start on, but he was a dive in heads first kind of guy, so why not? He had the spark, untapped sure, but he had it and all he had to do was hone in on it to get the spell to work. Except it hadn't.

Not at all. Nothing had happened after he'd cast the spell. He'd followed it exactly down to the last detail. He hadn't even cut corners! Okay, so maybe he should start small next time. Potions or casting runes or something. He just might not be good enough for actual spells just yet.

The fact that Peter decided to take him out on a date the day he failed his first spell wasn't lost on him, but he didn't bring it up, chosing to enjoy the night out with his boyfriend and mate. And the place Peter chose was pretty nice, too. ]

It was a spell to open up locked things or something. I was thinking, the Hales couldn't have been the only supernatural family in Beacon Hills, what if they had secret vaults or something too? Not all the families might still live here, and if future generations didn't know... well, finders keepers, right?