Well so much for semi-regularly.

Hey guys, so I finally got a new chapter done. My job has left me hardly any time to think creatively much less write. But I managed to get something out there.

Hope you enjoy.

Hiccup was too agitated for Merida's liking. It was his second match today—against Gryffindor—and he seemed very off. It's possible getting a bludger to the head a few minutes into your previous game would do that for you. But what really annoyed Merida was that he was trying to hide his anxiety.

"Woul' you calm down?" She blurted when she'd had enough.

The other three blinked at her in surprise. Hiccup looked slightly confused. "I wasn't saying anything."

"Ya didn't have too," She shook her head, "I can feel theh worry comin' off you in waves."

"Oh, sorry," Hiccup shrugged.

"You'll be fine Hiccup; the Gryffindor Beaters won't be aiming for your head." Rapunzel rubbed his head teasingly.

"That's very comforting," He said dryly.

"You'll be amazing Hic. And I'll get to watch you this time!" Jack smirked.

"Think of it as an early Christmas present," Rapunzel continued, "Since Hufflepuff pleaded with Headmaster North to not play today for," she paused for a moment to smirk, "certain circumstances, you get to play Gryffindor today instead."

"I'm going to ignore your creepy face and not think about what Hufflepuff might be planning," Hiccup shivered. Merida mentally agreed.

They changed the subject to Stoick coming to Hiccup's game.

"I don't know if I'm more scared of the match, or of my father watching it," Hiccup sighed.

"Hiccup why do you say stuff like that? I can still remember the pride in your dad's howler that showed how excited he was that you'd made Ravenclaw Keeper," Rapunzel smiled fondly.

"Yeah . . . I'm sure he was just caught up in the moment," Hiccup shrugged.

"Your powers of persuasion are boundless," Jack said sarcastically. "As are your confidence in your owns words."

"Well I can understan' why you migh' beh bothered by yer da comin'. If my mum came, I know I woul' beh nervous."

"Honestly I'd love it if my dad came to a match," Jack said wistfully.

The clock tower outside chimed; marking it two o'clock. One hour until the game.

Rapunzel exclaimed, "I got to go. I promised . . . someone, I'd meet them before the game."

After telling them to save her a seat, she bolted down the hall.

"Well that's not weird behavior at all," Hiccup deadpanned.

A flicker of red caught Merida's attention. She glanced over at Jack and noticed his remembrall had released its red smoke.

"Jack yer ball es smokin'."

He glanced down at it and went into a small panic.

"Ah! . . . I mean, I have to meet someone before the game too."

Without a goodbye he took off as fast as Rapunzel had. Instead of addressing their friend's strange behavior, Merida suggested to Hiccup hanging out in the Ravenclaw common room. He agreed.

Of course on their way up, the staircase moved so they had to take a detour. Or they tried to take a detour, instead they got hopelessly lost. They gave up getting to the common room and decided they'd try to go out before the game started.

"Well this is a great way to get rid of pre-match jitters," Hiccup said.

"Let's go lef' here." Merida dragged him along.

"How long do you think it's been? My guess would be we've wandering for twenty minutes?"

"What are you kids doing down here?" A sassy voice appeared next to them.

They both screamed and fell backwards onto the stairs.

"Whoa! Hold it hold it!" Mushu screamed as he hid behind the handrail from their pointed wands. "Calm down I'm not some ghost or something. Though if I was, you two shouldn't have been scared either way."

"Mushu thank goodness. Can you help us get out of here?" Hiccup asked.

"That depends on if I'm feeling generous," Mushu casually checked out his nails. Merida grabbed him by the tail and stuck her wand in his face. "Which lucky for you I'm feeling really generous today!"

Mushu not very politely informed them they'd been going the wrong way the whole time. After a large amount of back tracking and threatening, they could see the hall that lead to the courtyard . . . two stories down.

"How are weh supposed teh ge' down there?" Merida pointed down.

"Easy," Mushu said as he climbed out of Merida's hand and onto the handrail. "All you have to do is this."

He scurried onto the wall and climbed down. His claws made clinking noises against the stone as he went down. When he reached the bottom he waved to them before scampering off.

"Mushu!" Hiccup called after him. He sighed, "We should've seen that coming."

But Merida wasn't paying attention. She was thinking about the distance between them and the ground; and how they could get there.

"Go' et." She pulled out her wand.

"Mer? I don't like that look on your face."

"Trust me." She leaned over the handrail and pointed her wand at the ground, "Spongify!"

Purple mist sprouted from her wand and spiraled toward the ground. When it touched the tiled floor, it pooled and spread into a wide circle.

"You can't be serious," Hiccup sputtered.

Merida ignored him. She climbed over the rail, holding on for dear life. She took a deep breath—

Hiccup's hand covered one of hers. "Give me a second." He climbed over with her. "For the record, this is a terrible idea."

"Don' worry, I learned et from theh fifth years. They do et all theh time," she grinned.

They jumped.

It hurt, but the softening charm did it's work. When they hit the ground they bounced on the rubbery tiles. Merida opened her eyes to realize she had encased Hiccup with her own body.

"I feel like I should have been the one holding you," Hiccup speculated. He picked himself up not looking a bit embarrassed. Merida wished she could recover that quickly.

"Hiccup?"

"Oh hey John," Hiccup addressed John Darling. "I hope we're aren't going to be late to Jane's briefing."

"I was just heading there. But did I just watch you two jump down the stairs?!"

"I told her it was a bad idea," he shrugged.

"Jus' ge' teh yer game Haddock," she scoffed and playfully kicked his foot.

He offered her a hand up, which she sighed and accepted. She watched him run off with John. He turned around and yelled to her, "You should stop listening to fifth years!"

"Wot fifths years?" She hollered back. She laughed as she watched his face turn to one of pure horror. He was about to reply when John grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the locker room.