"What did you do? This is what happens when you just 'wing it'!" Lydia snapped, slamming her book closed and gracefully swatting a . . . something - they were tiny and purple-blue and they bit - out of the air with it.

"Are you kidding me? What kind of instructions do you think ancient, forgotten, forbidden spells come with?" Stiles demanded, scowling at her. "I did my best!" he added defensively - then he promptly had to duck and scramble for his baseball bat, muttering curses.