[ muffled johnny cash in the distance ]

[scyldig]

Who: derek hale + you!
When: all through this month
Where: he's been everywhere man, crossed the deserts bare man...
What: class, daily happenings, magic study group, shenanigans, etc
Warnings: none atm, will update if needed

i. your mind must flower, it's great to learn... ( plant class )

[ being in school is weird for derek. he hasn't actually done this since before his family died. after that whole tragedy and then essentially running away across the country with laura, finishing high school didn't seem like that big of a deal. he got his GED when he was seventeen and that was the last school-like thing he'd done. but despite the six-odd years between then and now, derek finds that it's easy enough to get himself back into school habits.

it's a little different, now that he's not a teenager posturing and trying to be the cool guy. he doesn't make smart remarks in class. instead, he sits towards the back and takes diligent notes like he used to when he was in high school. (he's kind of a nerd underneath all the stubble and frowns.) every once in a while he'll ask a question, but for the most part he's a quiet and studious type. also kind of a loner.

shit, he's turned into the emo kid, hasn't he?

well, in any case, the plant class is doubly interesting and derek can fairly often be found hanging out for a little while after class. mostly because he's attempting to sketch (poorly) whatever specific plants they're studying or at least get some really good descriptions of them down so he has his own reference in his notebooks. which, really, is just begging for someone to interrupt him. ]

ii. take chances, make mistakes, get messy! ( magic study group + mishaps )

[ derek has finally found himself a place to live. a cute little cottage, technically more space than he needs by his onesies, but it's got easy access to the outdoors for his dog, louis, (pronounced the french way) and cat, steve. (yes, those are really his familiar's names. and if anyone asks why, derek will just give them a blank look and tell them to figure it out for themselves.) and, y'know. he fully expects stiles and possibly others to randomly show up and stay over wherever he's living. that, combined with the fact that he has somehow ended up the... leader? instigator? of a magic study group (how) means he went for a decent amount of space.

which is good, because there are a lot more people in the study group that he originally anticipated there being. but it's cool. he can deal with it. and, he'll never admit it out loud, but it's kind of nice to be able to fumble along in this magic thing with other people who have no idea what they're doing. comparing notes and asking for help is easier when he's not the first to do it.

of course, this also means people are around when distraction causes him to mess up a spell and steve the cat suddenly finds himself with vary large ears and bright pink fur. the cat's back arches as it looks around, clearly startled. ]

Oh, shit-- [ derek reaches out, but is too late. steve turns tail and runs as fast as he can under a very large piece of furniture. there may or may not be disgruntled growling filling the air as derek drops his head into his hands. ]

iii. makin' my way down town, walking fast, walking faster... ( out and about / wildcard option )

[ derek falls into something of a routine pretty easily once he gets his cottage. he wakes up early, takes louis out for a run, gets some breakfast. he spends a fair amount of time at classes, determined to get this magic thing as under control as he can. afternoons and evenings are generally spent wandering aefenglom with louis and steve, the latter enjoying perching on the giant dog's back. he drops in a few stores. does some window shopping, keeps an eye out for anyone who is hiring. he's not... social, exactly, but he's around.

he avoids most of the eostre happenings, but he does flit around the edges on the last night. tries some of that liquor with the flowers and finds himself just a little fuzzy around the edges. metaphorically. he's not actually any fuzzier, though how could you tell with how hairy he already is? (it's possible suddenly lacking his werewolf metabolism has made him vulnerable to getting tipsy, but he'd never admit to anything like that. even if his cheeks are a little pink.) in any case, he calls it a night fairly soon after that, walking home with his hands in his pockets.

feel free to encounter him any number of places around town, if you like. he's probably poking around everywhere he can, all quiet and occasionally creepy lurker-like. ]

[ note: if you wanna plot anything specific (or if i am a dope and my flare-up made me forget something specific i was gonna put in this (it feels like i did) feel free to hit me up via pm or plurk (birbs) and lemme know! i will write up a thing and toss it in the comments. ]