Stiles is flicking paper footballs at someone's head in homeroom, which is, in his opinion, a productive morning. If he can't learn magic, and he has to deal with cardcaptors and sorcerers and bears...well, he'll make his own fun.
Well. This is as close as they're getting, it seems.
He steps outside, and, "Time, return to your power confined!"
"Alistair, later the three of us should meet up at your house. Four of us," he amends hastily.
If it's busy Erasing, this should be easy.
Erase, do the return thing.
Fine by Scott.
He can Fly to that building, and use the magic words again. Again, and again, until he gets Stiles back.
"I'm not saying I wanted to be a superhero, but I kind of wanted to be a superhero."
The card is getting faster, yes.
"I'm sure there'll be some more physically destructive Cards out there you'll be able to save people from. Right now we might need to worry about all these eyewitnesses."She squints at the cardcaptor. "And I don't think that's working."