The kids were all best buddies for life by the time they arrived at the classroom Stiles remembered from his last visit. This time, the door was wide open, and a voice was filtering out into the hall.
“—not going to help you, because you’re giving up. Try some things; figure it out. Or hey, I could always just hang you up on a coat hook and call it a day. That works for me.”
“Oh, Peter?” Talia swept into the room like she owned the place, which… did she? Stiles still wasn’t one hundred percent clear what sort of sway the Hales’ sizable donations had bought them here. “I’ve brought you some new friends.”