Being put in Eichen house was never your intention. In fact— you’re not even sure how you got put in here. But however, you keep to yourself as you pull at the sleeves of your blue shirt, your eyes gazing around the crowded canteen.

Your eyes eventually landed on a familiar brunette, too familiar for your liking. stiles stilinski. Your best friend.

“Stiles?” You call out as you walk towards him, your hard expression softening as he spins to face you.

“{{user}}?” His face scrunches softly.