"Are you sure you have everything?" Elinor demanded, her flame-headed daughter looking distractedly off in the distance. "You haven't forgotten your owl, or your wand? You have all your textbooks, and your cauldron?"
"I'm very sure mum." Merida rolled her eyes.
Elinor clasped her hands together, and smiled elegantly down at her daughter.
"Remember to behave, Merida." She warned sternly. Elinor opened her mouth to say more, but Merida cut her off.
"Yes mum, I'll behave. Be a proper princess and whatnot. Now I have to go, or the train'll leave without me!" Merida turned impatiently towards the train, clasping her trolley's handle excitedly. She couldn't wait to arrive at Hogwarts. Freedom awaited her, just beyond the train tracks that led to the worlds greatest school of magic.
"I'll miss you lassie." Fergus squeezed his daughter in a farewell hug, wrapping his large arms around her small body. "I can't wait to see yer first game on the pitch!" He said excitedly."See my daughter dodging those bludgers and givin' those Slytherins a hard time." He mimicked ducking as though he were straddling a broom and gave a toothy grin at his young daughter.
Merida beamed brightly at her father. Fergus supported her life-long dream of becoming a quidditch player, unlike her mother, who deemed it improper for the future Queen of Scotland to play such a rough sport.
"I'll be sure Dad." Merida assured him. "There's nothing thats gonna stop me from being part of that team." A faint warning whistle echoed throughout the train station. "I have to go now, I have to find a compartment before the train fills up."
Merida began taking eager steps towards the red train, ready to start her exciting new life as a witch.
"Goodbye, Merida." Her mother called.
"Bye Mum, bye Dad!" She called over her shoulder, not bothering to stop.
"Goodbye lassie, you do us proud!" Her father boomed. Merida's grin only grew.
Finally. Freedom.
"Be careful, my dear flower." Gothel crooned, holding her daughters head close to her chest. "Remember to-"
"Keep my secret safe. Yes, mother, I know." Rapunzel assured her, hugging her mother goodbye before she left for Hogwarts. "I promise that no one will ever know about my hair."
"I'm just a little worried, dear. The ruffians and thugs-"
"Will be no match for me, once I graduate. I promise, I'll do well in school."
"I had no doubts, my flower." She squeezed her daughter harder, until she reluctantly let go.
Rapunzel smiled nevously. "I'll do you proud, mother. I promise."
Gothel only nodded. Rapunzel grasped her trolley's handle and pulled, her small frame pulling the many books after her, as the tawny cat named Sola yawned. The small cat was perched atop the trolley, spread out among the many books Rapunzel had insisted upon bringing.
"Bye, mother! I promise I'll visit you on Christmas break!" Rapunzel waved excitedly.
"Farewell, Flower. I love you!"
"I love you more!"
"I love you most."
Rapunzel looked back, over her shoulder at her mother. She had her shawl clasped tightly with thin fingers, the smile plastered over her face clearly hiding some deeper emotions. Was it fear, sadness maybe? Was this a bad choice? Her mother would be so lonely, and Rpunzel would just feel bad for abandoning her mother-
Rapunzel shook her head. It didn't matter. She was on her way to Hogwarts, to become a witch, and nothing could stop her. Rapunzel had lived her whole life up in that tower, and now was finally her chance to see the world.
"Try not to burn anything down while you're there." Stoick said gruffly. He pulled his sons trolley after him. They were already late to board the train and his son lagged behind, lugging the large owl cage behind him.
"No promises, Dad." Hiccup huffed.
They stopped in front of the crimson red train, steam already trailing from the stacks.
"Come on, Hiccup! You're gonna be late." Stoick eyed the oddly dressed people around him awkwardly, feeling out of place. Wizards were odd, he thought to himself. And very small.
Hiccup's father towered over other people, and he had to squeeze past many of them just to reach the steps of the train. His son came up behind him, and stood awkwardly facing his father for a moment.
"Well, I better go-"
"You should-"
They said at the same time. They stood there awkwardly for moments, before his dad patted him firmly on the back, nearly knocking the small boy over.
"You do...well at this school. And try to make at least one sports team." Stoick rumbled, his deep voice and strong accent ringing out across the sea of wizards. Many people murmured around them, taking notice the stark contrast between the two.
Hiccup shifted awkwardly.
"There is only one sports team, dad. And I'm pretty sure I won't be making this one." Hiccup sighed. "Well...I'll just be going then." He pointed to the train with a long finger, covered in small blisters from years of working in the forge.
Stoick nodded. Hiccup readjusted his grip on his young, great grey owls cage. He had named the owl Volr, a traditional Viking name. Someday, the young fledgling would turn into a massive beast, reaching almost a metre high. Though the shop owner had suggested choosing a smaller owl, Hiccup had insisted on this one, as he had felt a certain connection.
Hiccup took a great breath and stepped onto the train, hoping that this was a step in the right direction. He was finally going to prove himself worthy, and this was the only way to do it.
He was going to become a wizard, and he was going to make his father proud.