I just got done reading Witch and Wizard and decided to do a oneshot on my fav pairing in the book. It's a bit weird, but...Okay, i do not remember Byron's age, so he's gonna be Whit's age...
Wisty: 4
Byron: 6
Witch and the Weasel
We met before he got me arrested.
I was only four. Mom had taken me to the park while Whit and Dad had gone out for father son bonding. Mom was talking to another mom and I was playing on the swings when someone pushed me off.
I fell onto my knees, scratching them a little on the mulch. I looked back at my 'attackers'. There were three boys: one with brown hair, one with dirty blond hair, and one with jet black hair.
"HA HA!" The brown headed one sang and sat on my swing. The one with dirty blond hair snickered, but the one with black hair just stayed to the side, a grim expression on his face. I stood up and got close up to the one with brown hair, the leader. I then punched him in the face.
The other one, the dirty blond came running up and tried to stick up for his friends, but I kneed him in the stomach. I turned to the boy with black hair who had a slight smile on his face.
"Are you with them?" I asked, menacingly, or as menacing as a four-year-old girl can sound. He shook his head quickly, but never stopped smiling. In fact, his smile grew.
"You beat them up." He said and I nodded.
"They hit me first and momma says that if people hit me first, I have a right to hit them back." He nodded.
"I'm Byron." He said and I crinkled my nose in disgust.
"That's a weird name."
"Oh, yeah? What's your name then?" The boy asked and I smiled.
"Wisteria." He shook his head.
"That's too long. I'm gonna call you Wisty." I nodded in satisfactory.
"Wisteria!" I looked to see my mom waving for me to come on.
"I have to go." Byron nodded. His eyes were overcome by sadness.
"Bye Wisty."
"Bye Byron." I then ran after my mom. I didn't tell anyone about Byron, but my family knew something was weird because I couldn't stop smiling.
TADA!!!! R&R PLZ!!!