"Just 'the cardcaptor'? That's why he got it open and I didn't, right? Is Scott a sorcerer like Clow Reed, or are cardcaptors something different?"

"He became the cardcaptor when he accepted the contract with the key of the seal, but the only way he could've opened it would be if he had magical power and were worthy. He could become a sorcerer, but the Clow Cards are much more powerful than regular sorcery."

"Can he be both?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know if I could be a sorcerer?"

Scott opens the door quietly, and slips in.

He hands Stiles a box of Chinese takeout and a slice of cake.

He closes his eyes, crosses his legs, and starts floating and glowing.

"...Should we be quiet?" 

"Nah. Let him explain first." 

Stiles throws a piece of cake at Kero.

"I'm so sorry about him."

Kero seems to not be bothered at all by the cake. Then he stops glowing and opens his eyes. "You don't have any magic potential," he tells Stiles.

"Oh. That's the answer to my question. Neat."

"We settled on 'Kero' for a nickname. Kero says you can become a sorcerer like Clow Reed was, but right now you're just the cardcaptor. He also says you can learn to sense cards."

"Kero, how can I learn to sense the Clow cards?"

"At first by meditating."

"How do I meditate? Just focus, try to stay calm and quiet?"

"Yes. If you sit cross-legged with your staff on your lap and your cards around you it should help. I should also teach you the words to activate the staff, but to turn it back into a key you just have to want it."

Scott picks up the staff.

He...wants it to be a key again.

It shrinks back into key form.

"Probably good, the staff was a little showy."

"Kero- and is Kero alright, you haven't complained but I can stick to Cerberus? Can you teach me to activate the staff?"

"Kero's fine," he sighs. "To activate it you have to say: 'The Key which hides the powers of the Dark, show your true powers before me. I, Scott, command you under our contract. Release!'"

"The Key which hides the powers of the Dark, show your true powers before me. I, Scott...command you...under our contract. Release!"

Staff again!

Scott tries not to strike a heroic pose with his pink staff.

He fails to resist the urge.