For Allaya Ride's My Life is Average Challenge. Prompt: A few days ago I heard to guys talking and the first guy said "...but don't let his pickle bite you." I want to know these people. MLIA.
Watch out for them Pickles
The Scamanders were always weirdoes to me. Strange kids. Unusual. I saw them the way the rest of the world saw them. It took awhile for me to realize that they're just normal kids. I first realized it when I was walking to Potions one day, and Lorcan and Lysander were whispering to each other.
I didn't hear most of the conversation, but I heard Lysander say, "…but don't let his pickles bite you."
I couldn't help but laugh. Lorcan glared at me angrily. "What?"
"Don't let his pickles bite you?" I inquired.
"None of your business," Lorcan snapped.
I arched an eyebrow. "I'll find out eventually, and then the whole school will know about your stupid tale."
Lorcan and Lysander shared looks of fear. "We… we were talking about what we were going to do after we left Hogwarts," Lorcan finally admitted.
"And?" I pressed.
"Well, Granddad Xeno did an article in the Quibbler about a wizard in China who is taking over the world with his army of talking pickles," Lysander explained. "So Lorcan and I are going to go after him when we leave Hogwarts."
Apparently, I hadn't been the only one listening. Because when I laughed, about a dozen other kids started laughing to. Lorcan and Lysander went very red.
"That's ridiculous!" Rick McClaggin exclaimed.
"This is outrageous!" Benny Nott agreed.
"Let's beat these punks up," Isaac Baddock announced.
"Gonna help, Dom?" Rick asked as they began gaining up on Lysander on Lorcan.
Here's the thing: I don't beat up people without reason. If someone makes me unhappy, I give them exactly what they deserve. But when I see people punching other people without a reason, I have to defend them. Something clicked when Rick asked me that. I realized that Lorcan and Lysander were normal people, even if they did believe in a biting pickle army.
"If you're going to beat them up, you're going to have to get through me," I snapped firmly.
Rick looked at me like I was an idiot (which I probably was), but he shrugged.
Guess who got their asses kicked? Them.
Guess who spent a week in the Hospital Wing when they decided to pull out their wands? Me.
I woke up in the Hospital Wing with Lysander sitting over me. I was puzzled and did the first things my instincts told me. I slapped him.
"Ow!" Lysander exclaimed, cradling his cheek.
"Sorry," I apologized. "I didn't mean to – it was… sorry I- it was just…"
"Just reflexes," Lysander finished, sparing me further mumbling. I never mumbled; why was I mumbling?
"What are you doing here?" I asked. I winced at how harsh I sounded.
"I just wanted to make sure you're okay," Lysander answered.
"Thanks," I told him. "Well, you should probably get going."
"Yeah," Lysander agreed, standing up.
"Oh, Lysander!" I exclaimed as he began to walk away.
"What?" he asked. He sounded slightly nervous.
"Watch out for them pickles."