#boflydia

"Not to boost your already overflowing ego of course." Stiles chuckled in reply, his gaze wandering off towards the makeshift stage where a new group of musicians had currently taken place. Looking at this place now one would think that a recent war between factions hadn't just happened a little over a year ago. Well, if you were looking at the buildings then it was an obvious giveaway. But one look at the people, at the smiles on their faces, it was as if they had always been like this. The Council couldn't have asked for a better turnout if they had thrown money on the stage. It seemed everybody else was just as keen to put the rebellion behind them as the Council was, and if it meant Stiles wouldn't see another cold, dead, bloodied body lying on the streets, then he was all for it as well.

Ever since the rebellion people tended to shy away from Erudite, even if they had nothing to do with the Alliance. Those walls had obviously since been chipped away at, but Stiles still experienced some of the hatred towards his faction now that the schools had integrated factions. Less people had looked at Dauntless that way since they had been injected with some mind control serum, but Erudite? They craved knowledge, and knowledge was power. Stiles couldn't blame people for continuing to be wary of his faction. At least, hopefully, today was a step towards the unified city the Council hoped for. Having realised how much he had become lost in his own thoughts, Stiles snapped his head up to glance over at Lydia, surprised that she was still even standing there.

Of course!

Lydia’s thoughts and feelings about her aptitude test and Choosing Day ie, whether or not she had doubts about staying in Erudite. 

Lydia’s first day at N.T Prior High School and what she thinks about having to spend time around other factions more often. 

Lydia trying to find out more information about the Mikaelson’s and their plans.