Jack Frost

"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III!" Jack smirked as Professor DunBroch face grew red. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, House Hufflepuff, Hogwarts clown and klutz, had done it again, and Jack could not be more pleased.

Flying class these last weeks had been like a horror for Jack, and he had come to dread them more than History. Professor DunBroch was strict and rigid as a stick, and one day she would bore him to death with her 'basics on the broom' lessons.

He had thought of skipping class today, but decided against it as a 'feeling in his belly' told him otherwise. It was an advice North once had given him, but as he waited for class to start, he dreaded it rather had been his conscience trying to speak his turn. That was until he saw a scrawny kid with auburn hair come, dragging on one of his 'genius' inventions.

Just as he had expected, when the whistle blew the start of the lesson, Hiccup's 'modified' broomstick shot straight up, and crashed into one of the gargoyles staring down at them. Five seconds of 'Ops!' 'Swoosh!' and 'Bang', and Jack's day was made.

"This is a flying class! Not a class for silly ideas like-" Professor DunBroch pointed at Hiccups ruined broomstick that was still hanging out of the gargoyle's mouth, "that!"

Hiccup was pale there he stood in front of the Professor, clutching his hands and staring straight ahead like a frozen figure. He almost looked terrified, though Jack did not believe that for a second. Had he really been scared, he would have stopped his inventions years ago, when he accidently put a fire to his dorm room.

Hiccup had tried to enchant the roof above his bed, similar to the one in the Great Hall. As one could tell, it did not go as well. However, as rumors had it; he had succeeded this year. Being a Slytherin, Jack, was not allowed to go to the Hufflepuff tower to look, but he knew the rumors were true.

"Mr. Frost." Jack wiped off his amused smile as Professor DunBroch turned to him. She had long brown hair with one stripe of gray, and wore it in two pigtails fastened with golden ribbons that wrapped itself down to the bottom. She had the standard black cape on, with a pair of black gloves. Professor Elinor DunBroch had a regal air to her, which only a true queen wore. "Would you be kind and get Mr. Haddock's broom down?" she asked, though is sounded more like a demand.

"Yes, Professor," Jack, jumped in to the air, giving a mocking bow for her highness, and then flew towards the stone beast.

Unlike the rest of the class, Jack did not need a broom to fly. He were probably the only one at School who did not, with the exception of some Animagus. The only thing he needed were his staff, and even with his staff, he did not have to sit on it, as one would have to with a broom. He did not know what it was with his staff, but it enchanted his winter magic, and with it, he could ride on the wind and levitate like a snowflake.

"Hello there, Bob!" Jack greeted the gargoyle, as he created an ice hat and gave a gesture of a gentleman bow. "May I have that stick, sticking out of your gap?" The gargoyle stared empty at Jack with a face made of stone. "Why, thank you," he thanked theatrically as he grabbed a hold on the part of the broomstick that were not cowered with modification parts.

He planted both feet on each gargoyle front paw and heaved, willing the wind to push with him as well. Until the broom abruptly let go, and Jack was thrown several feet back in the air.

"Thanks for making it easy, Bob. And have a pleasant day as well," Jack said sarcastically after finally getting the broom off the stone statue. He dropped back to the ground, but behind him, he could swear he heard a low, sinister, cracked up laugher. When he turned, it was no one there.