"Okay, so I'll bring you some before I head out, you can have it whenever you want. I should be back in eight hours." 

"Okay!"

Scott goes to school.

His first class today is: math!

He gamely attempts to math!

It goes fairly well, considering his lack of aptitude and interest.

Determination helps a little.

And so he survives math! And then he has government!

He survives!

He checks to make sure his inhaler is in his backpack before he heads to his next class.

He would never hear the end of it from his mom.

Government! It's government-y.

It is that.

He runs into Stiles in the halls as they head to their next class together.

"Hey! How're things at home?"

"Settling in just fine."

"Alright. Obligatory pat-down?"

Scott hands him the backpack.

"Very funny, Scott," he says after a moment of increasingly frantic searching.

"I don't think the Windy is going to get air into your lungs all the way from your house."

"What are you talking about?"

"Scott, I get it, you're a magical girl, the power of friendship will set you free and probably cure your asthma, but oh wait, maybe don't count on fairy dust and unhatched eggs, huh?"

Scott rifles through his bag, but can't find the inhaler anywhere.

"Okay, okay. Don't panic, then it'll just happen now..."

"...Can you sense anything? Maybe, if you really didn't forget it..."

Can he sense anything magical?

Nnnot at present, no.

But then, Kero did mention meditation was the way to go there.

Stiles finds him a quiet corner, and it's not hard to get a teacher to leave them alone when Scott starts wheezing.

His breathing eases, and he slips into the meditation.

It's slow, but he eventually reaches that state. His awareness starts expanding, and at first he sees nothing. Then, he starts getting a fuzzy... feeling. It's hard to pin it down at this point.

Well, he can keep going. Stiles isn't letting anyone interrupt this.

The fuzzy feeling gets a shape. Or, at least, solidity and a direction. There seems to be—something, there, somewhere, skipping this way and that, in the school.

He needs help, he needs Windy and Song to do this, he can't handle it alone-

He drops the meditation abruptly, and it feels like a sudden blow, knocking the wind out of him.