895. Muggleborns wonder why there’s a large group of friendly, teenage ghosts around Hogwarts. They’re led by a funny boy with red hair who likes to joke around with Peeves, and he always says that they’re Dumbledore’s Last Army.
Derek is used to getting things from Stiles at work – generally a phone call or an IM from where he sits two desks over. (Or a BJ in the supply closet if he’s lucky.) But this- this is ridiculous.
There’re three vases of flowers on his desk, a myriad of singing stuffed animals that have stuff like “Be Mine” stitched into the fabric and a bucket of candy hearts. A goddamn barbershop quartet just finished up serenading him. His entire workspace looks like a Valentine’s Day advertisement.
He’s just- he’s so confused right now.
He and Stiles have never been ones to flaunt their relationship, are more or less pretty good at keeping their relationship private despite the prying eyes of their officemates so he just doesn’t understand what Stiles is doing.
But Stiles is looking at him with this hopeful, nervous expression so Derek just smiles and mouths, “Thank you,” breathing a sigh of relief when Stiles’ happy grin returns and he goes back to work.