Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine and I ain't makin' money outta them either.
"No."
"Aww, c'mon, Hiccup!"
"No."
"You don't mean that."
"No means No, Jack! It can't mean anymore 'NO' than that!"
"But-but, you're curious too right? C'mon, admit it, Hikke!"
"Curious is for cats and I happen to NOT be one."
"Yeah, coz if you were then you'd be a PUSSY CAT, right?"
"Pussy or not, I'm not doing it and that's that!"
"Hikke! Trust me! I'm the expert in all things awesome, what could possibly go wrong."
"After you talk like that? Everything."
Merida and Rapunzel watched on as the two boys started their argument again, volley balling back and forth while sharing a bowl of potato chips between them. "Punzie, whut were they on about again? Ah' lost em' som'here in tha' middle." Merida asked the blonde haired Ravenclaw who already lost interest in the bickering pair and had her head stuck in a book.
"Something about Professor Black's lab? Or was it sleeping quarters? Wasn't too sure…" she said distractedly, eyes still glued to the pages of her book. "Oh look, Mer! Here's the phrase that Professor Tooth was talking about!" Merida easily tuned her friend out when she began rehashing their history lecture from class earlier. They've been together for nearly four years, she had good practice. The fourth year Gryffindor girl popped another potato chip into her mouth as she turns back to the boys, thinking about their odd little group.
Hiccup Haddock, fourth year Hufflepuff and their resident inventor slash blacksmith, a brunette with forest green eyes and a penchant for sarcasm like nobody's business. His left leg was an oddly shaped prosthetic, whenever someone ask about it, he clams up tighter than Professor Pitch Black's potion store. His familiar and pet happens to be a dragon of all things, and he named it Toothless despite the rows of sharp knives in its mouth. He draws like a pro and sasses like one too. He had especially sharp eyes for details, which made him better at transfiguration and charm than anyone else in their year.
Jackson Overland Frost, fourth year Slytherin and self-proclaimed Master Prankster with snow white hair and icy blue eyes. He loves the winter season a little too much and would start flinging snowballs everywhere when it snowed thick enough, that and flying his broom as fast and high as inhumanely dangerous as possible, followed by death defying stunts. Naturally he'd be on the Slytherin quidditch team. He's also prone to freezing the floors, the stairs and just about any surface he feels like doing, and then watching from a distance as people slipped and slide on them, all the while laughing his head off.
The Arse.
Then, there's Rapunzel, a Fourth year Ravenclaw, avid bookworm and artist, whose golden hair was so long that if it wasn't in its tight braid, it would've been trailing behind her from one corridor end to another. It's a murder to wash and brush but no matter what anyone says she would never cut it, not even a trim. Whenever she's not painting, her spring green eyes would always be glued to a book. She also carries around her pet chameleon and an iron cast frying pan in her bag for some reason.
She had long stopped trying to find out why.
And finally, there was Merida herself, a fourth year Gryffindor, princess, archer and a quidditch junkie very much like Jack. She had sky blue eyes and a mass of curly bright red hair that had never been introduced to a brush before and if anyone offers it to her, it'll end up somewhere at the bottom of her trunk or maybe the Black Lake and never to be seen again, along with the person who offered it to her in the first place…if she could get away with it. Her hot temper is renowned even in the house of lions that no one wanted to be in the firing range when she got angry, except for a certain white haired Slytherin who made teasing her to the point of rage into a game.
"Why don't you ask Mer and Rapunzel? I'm sure they'll be more willing."
"I can't ask them!"
"And why not?"
"They're girls!"
Wrong words to say in the presence of one Merida Dun Broch, and Jack just remembered that little fact.
A few minutes later, the four teenagers sat on the blanket covered floor in the abandoned classroom that they've unofficially claimed as their secret hideout, their personal sanctuary from the rest of the school. Jack was alternately scowling at the cheerfully whistling Merida, then to Hiccup who was biting his lip to stop himself from laughing (Traitor!) and finally to Rapunzel who gave him a sheepish smile.
His formerly glorious white hair was now bright neon green complete with sparkles.
"It's not so bad Jack…at least your hair matches your tie now." Hiccup was instantly silenced with a pillow to the face, transfigured from pieces of broken furniture that lay around the room.
"How bout' if I give you pink and glittery hair, and we'll just see how you like it then!" He growled.
"Nah, pink clashes with his freckles, it'll look horrible on him." Merida quipped unhelpfully; ignoring the burning glare sent her way by Jack.
"Thank you for your assessment, it really helps with my self-esteem." Hiccup said deadpanned.
"Anytime, Hic." She grinned at him.
Rapunzel, ever the peacemaker, interrupted before any more arguments could be made and it would have judging from the darkening scowl on Jack's face. "Anyway, what were you guys talking about earlier? I know it had something to do with Professor Black."
At this, Jack and Hiccup shared a look with each other, both clearly hesitant but Merida won't have it. "That's right! Yer better spill it and don't give us any o' that 'Girls don't understand' tarp!" The red head glared at the boys menacingly, fingers threateningly toying with her wand.
But as usual, Jack ignores the gesture.
"It's none of your business, Princess." He drawled and Hiccup resists the urge to palm his forehead.
"Whut was that, Frostbite? Yer want purple an' yellow streaks to go with yer sparkly hair?"
"How about hedge scissors and a garden rake for yours? It could use a trim, you know."
Before they knew it, both Slytherin and Gryffindor launched at each other with well practiced battle cries. Hiccup sighed, was he the only sane person left in this school? He looked at Rapunzel and the blonde Ravenclaw gave him a shrug, it was useless trying to stop them whenever they got like this. Hiccup would know, he could still remember the disaster that followed when he tried to get them to stop fighting. Spending the night in the hospital wing was not a fun way to celebrate your birthday, plus he was convinced that the school nurse was using the students for some heinous experiments…or was that Pitch?
A strangled yelp came from the pile of Slytherin and Gryffindor. Merida sat triumphantly on Jack's back, one arm around his neck in a chokehold. "Yield, Frostbite?"
"N-Never, and you're heavy by the way…been packing in too much desserts, have you?"
Hiccup mentally declared that Jack was officially suicidal and an idiot. The two wrestled with each other a few more minutes before Hiccup finally had enough of their shenanigans, he bent slightly down to whisper to Rapunzel. Her face brightened with mischief and nodded eagerly to him.
Merida and Jack finally untangled themselves from each other, glaring at one another. "Had enough, Princess? Did you break a nail or somethin'?" He smirked, both of them were hot heads and they know it. "Oh, don't yer worry, Frostbite. Ah'll break something all right. Yer face!"
Suddenly, something long and golden wrapped around their ankles and pulled, yanking them off their feet literally.
"Whoa! What the-?! Punzie!"
"Hiccup! This is ambush!"
With a lazy wave of his wand, Hiccup shot them with silencing spells while they dangle from the ceiling, tied at the ankles with Rapunzle's golden tresses. "Good job, Punz. Couldn't have done it better myself." The Hufflepuff gave her a thumbs up.
"Well, they were kinda getting on my nerves too." The blonde giggled, ignoring the rude gestures sent their way. "But seriously, Hic. What was all that about Professor Black anyway? Are you guys trying to get yourselves suspended? Expelled maybe?"
Hiccup stared at her.
Jack was making frantic motions with his hands, causing him to swing into Merida, prompting the Princess to try and deck him.
"Jack thinks Professor Pitch Black is doing something fishy in his personal lab."
Continue?
Hopefully that wasn't too bad for starters.