Who's the smart one? {Stiles}

It would have been a complete lie if Lydia had said that Stiles was not known for randomly walking into her house and room to make sure that she was 'okay'. Even the mighty Stiles Stilinski himself couldn't deny that one. She knew that he had been crushing on her for a very, very long time, however it had never been the right place or the right time for her to try and be with somebody as, well, safe as Stiles. He wasn't exactly her usual type after all. He didn't have rediculous abs, nor did he turn into anything evil or was fighting for the evil side. Except maybe the time when he was possessed by a demon fox that was trying to kill them all just because it wasn't too and it was bored. This all lead up to the fact that she didn't understand why it was taking him so long to just come in. She knew he was in the house after all and it wasn't like he was just going to stroll on back out... Well, it was Stiles. He could probably come up with a non-logical reason as to why he would stroll back out of a house he walked into five seconds previously.

Lydia merely raised her eyebrows to the door that Stiles was stood behind when he asked if he could come in "I'm guessing that your going to anyway!" She called back through the door "You already made it into my house and up to my room anyway..." She mumbled under her breath so that he couldn't hear, no human would have been able to. If it had been Scott or Jackson or... Aiden. Then yes they would have heard everything. Sometimes she was glad that Stiles was just a scrawny little boy that nolonger had any supernatural voodoo. He was pretty much the only one in the group that was completely normal... If anybody could actually call Stiles normal.

The strawberry blonde banshee perked slightly when he told her that he had something that might interest her, she didn't move from her spot on the bed, she merely motioned him to come and sit on the edge with her using her eyes and one finger. Maybe she was playing with him. Maybe... Just a little bit. After all she barely remembered the first time that Stiles came into her room to 'make sure she was okay'. She had been on that many pills that day to calm her that she was completely out of it. She just remembers his face and something about a mountain lion... AKA Peter "What is it?" She asked with a smile when he came closer.

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Lydia merely raised an eyebrow as his bag made a clunking sound, letting out a small snort of a laugh at the comment that he gave after the sound. She wasn't all that surprised that Stiles bag was filled with all sorts of things. She just hoped that he had taken out the rediculous chains that he seemed to always have around just waiting to be used. Not like Scott needed them anymore, he seemed to have progressed through that stage with the few years that he had been a werewolf, not only a werewolf but now an alpha, although she guessed he was an alpha without a werewolf pack. Sure he had her, a banshee, Kira, a kitsune and of course Stiles. The human sidekick that nobody could say no to. That is one of the things that she liked about Stiles. His inability to consider no as an actual answer.

"Not really." She replied quite straight forward and to the point. If he wanted to try being polite he should have thought about texting her before hand to warn her that he was coming over. Due to the fact she was currently wearing PJs which included a normal short sleeved shirt and tiny shorts.

She had her eyes on the folder from the minute that he entered the room with it. Guessing that whatever was insdie it may be some answers to the many, many questions about what her talents could do, or more how to push them so they could get more out of Lydia's supernatural abilities. Something that she was quite interested in as well. She took the folder when he all but pushed it toward her, flicking through the pages at first not reading them just taking a look. A few words popped out at her like Banshee and such. Words she had grown acustom to. She scanned the pages before turning to him "This might take a while, are you um, staying?" She asked, licking her bottom lip unconsiously.

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Lydia began to chuckle under her own breath and Stiles little awkward stuttery comment. She was surprised that Stiles hadn't gotten over her yet, She new that she was attractive. Much more attractive than most of the members of Beacon Hills after all. But still she didn't think that he'd still like her so much. Not after she basically picked everybody over him. The quick flings after Jackson left who's names she can't even remember. She picked them over Stiles. Sometimes even she questioned her own sanity and why she hadn't just given up and dated him already. He wouldn't say no.

She began to study the texts, looking through the little scribbles that Stiles had written on down the site/ She smirked, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow before pointing to one scribbled word "Google lies." She commented blandly before going back to read the text a little more thoroughly.

Some of the stuff that she was reading she had already worked out first had by doing so such as the finding dead bodies everywhere that had been supernaturally killed or where in fact supernatural themself. She grbbed a pencil and began writing little notes at the side of the page as well to keep as pointers and reminders of what that specific paragraph was about for when she came back to it. It began talking about the significance of objects belonging to the dead, this was what she was interested in "This bit..." She points on the page to the new paragraph "It talks about objects belonging to the dead. How Banshee can interpret the power within a specific object. It talks about wedding rings and special objects of the dead person. I think that's what happened with Talia's claws."

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Lydia could tell from the state of Stiles eyes that he was tired, he probably hadn't slept again. She knew that he quite often did that when he was pouring over new information on the internet however he seemed to be doing that more often these days. Perhaps it was because nothing major had actually happened for a long time or because Stiles was Stiles and he was probably his own worst enemy when it came to taking care of himself. She had no idea how he managed to make sure that his dad stayed healthy and didn't eat the stuff that he wasn't meant to.

So when it came for Stiles to snap at her she didn't even blink, she instead gave him a soft smile, sitting up on the bed she placed the papers to one side and got up "Coffee or hot chocolate?" She called behind her as she headed toward her door, turning to look at him for the answer before she took note of what he wanted and headed down to the kitchen, quickly boiling the kettle and fixing up the two drinks before walking back upstairs where she was pretty sure that Stiles was still sat, probably awkwardly not knowing if he should have followed her or not. When she re-entered the room she passed the drink to him before sitting back down on her bed and taking a sip of hers.

The strawberry blonde moved the papers back into her lap and she continued to read "With Talia's claws it was kinda specific." She said biting her lip and looking up at Stiles "I mean, Peter told me that his sister had taken memories from him and he wanted to know what they where. But that was all I knew. For all I know there could be five other things that Talia took from Peter that even I don't know about." She chewed on her bottom lip a little and shrugged. "Perhaps it only works when somebody wants a banshee to find something." She commented "It might only work on the supernatural too. I don't know. It doesn't say much else."

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Despite what people thought about her, sometimes what her friends thought about her. Lydia did care another other people and when she saw Stiles all irritated and sleep deprived she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the little human sidekick of the group. She knew how hard t must be for him to feel as though he was being useful by taking himself to such levels that it was crazy. Sometimes she just wanted to sit him down and tell him that it was okay to not need to constantly try to impress the others.

She showed this through the use of her hot beverages.

The strawberry blonde banshee was now once again sat on her bed with her coffee, blowing at it gently to get it to cool a little more so that it was nice enough to drink without feeling like ones mouth was about to become a pit of coffee tasting lava.

She began to read on to the area which talked about the yell this time speaking out loud so Stiles could keep up while also following the words on the page with her finger "A Banshee's yell is commonly used to clear the air around them and allows them to find significant supernatural signatures. Usually of those that have passed." She paused to take a breath "Other uses of the Banshees scream include the art of self defence. In moments of danger a Banshee can use their scream to distract or deter their enemies. The yell has also been known, rarely, to render a supernatural creature temporarily deaf."

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