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.
"I should talk to my parents about how much I ruined their whole secrecy agenda. It's so awful. I am stricken with horror."
"I mean, of ways to reveal magic to the public, people and buildings disappearing mysteriously is not one of the best."
"I don't know, it's not the worst way. The big benefit is that the sorcerer clans won't handle this gracefully. If we had been slower about things, they might have had time to do something."
"We should go. The longer we stay here, the more likely it is someone willing record our faces, but if we leave now, we can still do this on our own terms."
"Yeah, let's go. Hey there Stiles. Unfortunately I'm not a boy in this iteration and cannot get you to make faces at me when I surprise you with that."
"I'm making faces on the inside, promise. So now that we're kind of superheroes-"
"-now that we're all superheroes every single one of us, including me, we should go to my house and figure out how to use my dad, the cop, and Alistair's parents, the experienced sorcerers, how to break the news to everyone."
"I don't need to be sporting I just wanna make a lot of money and change the world with it."
"You... drove somewhere," she says, looking around and seeing a lack of jeeps.
"Right, sure. Magic. Alright, go ahead, is it a bird, is it a card."
"Yeah. Where did you park it? We could magically go there and then you drive us."
He describes the location, looking put out with all this magic that happened while he was failing to exist.
"I'm glad Scott learned a very important lesson about inclusion today."