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Look out for yourself, Lars, because no one on this island is going to be kind to you.
A 12 year old Lars was sitting on the rooftop of his apartment complex, he needed to decompress and try to be alone for a moment. It wasn’t a really tall building and if someone was looking for him, they would definitely find him, but for the moment it was a really good plan to be alone. At first he tried to pass time by using his pencil to slightly tap the rim of the notebook he grabbed, trying to make a coherent rhythm as he hoped to get sleepy so he wouldn’t be awake all night again, but when that didn’t work he laid down in hopes to stargaze again.
Stargazing was so hard on the Isle, Lars remembered how his mom always told him about how beautiful Neverland stars were, and the few times he managed to stargaze on the Isle it felt beautiful. But the spell of perpetual cloudiness on the Isle, put out of pure spiteness made it so difficult to find a good spot and a good time at night to be able to see them. Even so everytime he had a problem sleeping he got on the rooftop and waited to see if he could saw the stars again.
—Do you also sleep on the roof?
An annoying, really loud voice was heard from his left side, for the time of night took Lars out of his focus, it wasn’t that bad after all, the clouds were bigger and denser this time around. He turned to his side and saw another kid his age, but he had weird grey-ish skin, dark blue eyes and lilac hair. Even tho Lars didn’t knew who he exactly was, he got an idea, after all if you counted all the purple-haired people on the Isle the numbers were pretty low, and adding grey skin to it made it more limited. He probably was one of Madame Mim grand- wait a minute.
—Are you a girl? —Lars asked, confused as he saw the other kid finish climbing the wall to sit on the rooftop alongside him.
—The hell? No! —the other kid said— No i’m not, i’m a boy —Lars noticed how he lowered his voice, but he wasn’t the one to judge.
—Okay —Lars simply said, to remember something— wait, why did you say that?
—Say what
Lars looked at him confused. The kid stood up again.
—About sleeping on the roof —Lars said— what kind of crazy person sleeps on the roof
—I do —the kid said with a smile.
—Okay —Lars didn’t know what to say, especially since the other kid didn’t look offended or anything.
—I’m Minx —the kid said— I'm running from Mal, you know Mal? She’s so annoying, she just threw paint over my cousin’s hair
As Minx talked he kept walking from edge to edge, searching for something or someone, Lars assumed he was searching for Mal, which confused the tween a lot since New England was pretty far from Thornhill, and it was the middle of the night which everyone knew was more dangerous due to the lack of artificial lights.
—Yeah, witches are annoying —Lars said as he looked at Minx.
—She’s a fairy, i’m a witch —Minx clarified.
—Yeah i know —Lars said with a little snark in him, but didn't saw an actual reaction from Minx— i’m Lars by the way
—Hello Lars —Minx said, turning around— nice- annoyed to meet you
Lars found it funny how Minx forgot the Isle greetings and tried to be nice, it was odd, he didn't recall Madame Mim ever acting nice towards people. They spent another hour on the roof of Lars’ apartment building, stopping when Minx saw two people talking about Mal going home, at around the same time Lars got tired, so it worked perfectly.
Lars thought it was a weird one time interaction so he didn’t mind remembering the name of the kid, only remembering it sounded odd, but next morning in school as he was walking through the halls of Dragon Hall he heard a scream and someone running towards him. At first he moved to the side, he didn’t particularly minded trouble, but the type of vks that screamed as they ran were either really young or the type of trouble he didn't liked and he still had to get in one piece to Evil Schemes and Nasty Plots so he could talk to Enzo about the weird interaction he had. But then someone grabbed his shoulders, and before he could even react the person that grabbed them turned them around, and then Lars noticed it was the same Mim kid he met yesterday, he found it odd how a Madame Mim descendants, but this was like the fourth time he found something odd about the guy.
—Lars! —Minx said with a wide smile— Lars right? Of course you go here! You don’t have magic
—How do you know that?
—Look at you
Lars didn’t know how to respond to that.
From then on, Minx latched onto Lars for dear life, everytime he wasn’t with Enzo or Trevor, Minx was with him, they bonded quickly after Lars realized Minx is sincere and that just his face looks mischievous and he’s a little weird. And just like that, their friendship begin for four solid years until Minx was one of the four teenagers to be taken to Auradon for Prince Ben Reunification Project.