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Jack quietly stood from his position, ignoring the several feet drop below him. He stared at the sky, watching the clouds pass him. It was a fair afternoon. His hair was blustered. The air billowed his shirt causing shivers down his spine. He licked his chapped in lips, thoughts in disarray. There was a lot for him to take in, and he laughed humourlessly at his predicament.

"This is going to be an interesting year," He remarked into the air.

"What's going to be interesting?" Jack jerked in surprise as he heard a voice asked. He tipped his balance, almost falling onto the edge before someone grabbed his hooded stopping from become a mess on the pavement.

Jack turned around, clutching his heart close, a scowl in place. "Don't do that," He huffed.

The girl in front of him laughed, a high-pitch cackle. Her messy dark hair was ruffling against the breeze. Tiny dots decorated her face, and Jack wasn't so sure if they were freckles or traces of a black marker. Her shirt was many sizes too big for her frame. Her pants were cut haphazardly until her knees that were also decorated with brightly colored bandages. To top it all she had a single hair clip that kept the unevenly cut bangs, but some tendrils manage to escape from its grasp.

Jack wasn't so sure if Jamie was attractive, because certainly Jack never really thought of her as a girl. She had this boyish charm that seem to radiate from her, a toughness that he can never seem to imitate.

"You gotta learn how to watch your back better," Jamie smirks at him. "Why are you brooding up here?"

He raises an eyebrow at her. "Am I not allowed to think?" He asks snidely.

She shrugged shoulder at him, tossing an apple to him, and Jack caught it with ease. "You didn't answer my question."

Jack sighs, and walks towards a wall, leaning against it. The crown of his head was touching the brick, as he stared straight ahead. Jamie placed herself next to him, eyes studying him. "You're uncharacteristically dry today. Did something happen?"

He turned his head towards her, head still on the wall. Jack looked at her for a moment, and spoke his thought. "You're my best friend."

The corners of her lips went up. "I'm your only friend."

He felt a pang in his heart, and wasn't quite sure what it was. He licked his lips, and then says, "Which is why, I'm going to tell you that I'm leaving."

Jamie's demeanor was changed almost instantly. Her eyes widened, and then furrowed her eyebrows. "Leaving where?"

He shrugged his shoulders, not quite sure either. "A school really far away. Scotland, I think."

She leaped from her position, and then landed gracefully in front him. Her eyes were swimming in a mix of surprise and confusion. "Scotland? You're not going to–"

"Nope." He answers.

"That's way too far, mate," She says. "Well then, when are you leaving?"

Jack looked away, looking wry, "Today."

Jack grinded his teeth as her fist connect his jaw. He could feel his head rattle at the sensation. He toppled over, almost losing grip of the apple. He touched his jaw gingerly, wincing at the spot he had been hit. He glared at her, his honey-brown eyes looking intently into her gray ones.

"Ow," He spits out. "Did you really have to do that?"

She ignores him, placing her hands on her sides, jutting out a hip. "You could have told me sooner, a lot sooner!"

"I was a bit too preoccupied," He says. His mind drifting towards his trip Diagon alley, and Jack smiles despite the pain, it was like a trip to the candy store. The shops were beyond his imagination, things that were so absolutely not normal.

"Doing what?" She snaps, breaking his flashback.

Jack shakes his head, returning his gaze, biting his tongue. He couldn't tell Jamie about his enrollment to a magical wizarding school. The Kangaroo man, or Professor Bunnymund as he introduced himself, specifically told him and his family to never even utter a single word about magical folk, and he ominously reassured Jack that they would find out if he even tried.

Jack silently gulped at the thought.

"Packing," He says instantly, and then shuffling his feet awkwardly. "And, um, school supplies and stuff."

She stares at him suspiciously, and then decides to drop the subject. Then they both settled in the silence, talking for a bit, recalling old memories, and planning for new ones.

"I guess you're not coming to this year's bible retreat." She said with a giggle.

He let out a snort, "One of the many things I'm not gonna miss."

Something in Jamie's eyes flickered, and she looked away from his face. A pink blush was spreading on her cheeks, then mumbled something he couldn't quite catch.

"What was that?" he asked, leaning into her.

Jamie's face became much more enflamed, becoming more tomato-like. "I said: I'm going to miss you!"

She then looked at him threateningly, a punch landing on his shoulder. "Don't you dare let me say that again," She muttered, despite being flustered.

"Me too," He felt an easy smile gracing his features; he glanced at the large clock tower, and did a double take. "I'm going to be late."

"Seriously, Jack," She tisks at Jack disapprovingly.

Then at this moment, they heard two voices coming from the other side of the wall. Emerging from the door were two policemen. They stared at them for a second, before twisting their faces into a deep scowl.

"Hey, You thief!" The one with the large mustache said.

"You're not supposed to be up here!" The other said.

Jack side-eyed Jamie, "Care for one last race, Jamesters?"

She smirked at him, eyes twinkling in excitement. "You're on, Overland."

Jack took a bite of the apple, and then throwing it towards one of the big burly men, which collided with his nose impeccably. The two then broke into run, edging towards the end of the building. He could feel his face split into grin, and they jumped. The air entering his shirt, and he landed onto the next building.

The wind touches his face, caressing it like an angel, soft fingers that touch his skin, and he's falling, and the blood pumps into his veins, pouring into the rush.

Jack ducked under a bar, diving into an open window. His feet were thumping loudly against the wooden floors, causing a ruckus. He ducked at a plate that was thrown at him. He heard all kinds of noise, a woman screaming, a baby crying, a man cursing at him, but he didn't dwell too much on them. He jumped out, catching onto a ledge. He felt his muscles burn, sweat dripping onto his nose. He lifted his body to another jump, grabbing onto another. He climbed up onto a roof, breaking out into a sprint.

He was steady on his feet, the busy city was background noise for him, and He jumped from building to building. He swung his feet, and landed effortlessly onto another roof. He stopped for a second, his feet skidding to a halt.

"Wow," He looked down, holding onto a wall. There was an owl opposite to him. Its pure white feathers reminded Jack of snow, and its eyes were staring at him unblinkingly. They were an intense blue color, contrasting against the stark white. It was unblemished, too perfect. He was enraptured by it's beauty.

Jack wondered if it had just sent a letter to another child, and he wasn't quite sure. It was way too late for it to message another young wizard. There weren't that much sight of them either in the city either.

A car honk broke the spell (ha! Jack was too funny). He blinked once, and then twice, the owl had disappeared as if it wasn't there. Jack couldn't hear the sounds of its wings flapping. Was he really just imagining it? He shook his head, he couldn't dawdle too much, and he was going to lose the race if he stayed.

Jack leaped off from his position, sliding down the slope of a roof, and then jumping down onto the balcony. Then maneuvering his body into a small window, grabbing onto a metal pipe, which creaked dangerously, bending down from his weight, he swung his body onto a roof. He landed on to it, but his ankles shook from the sharp pain, causing him to tip over, falling onto the slope it. Eyes widened at the large gap that he rapidly nearing, and the height of it. He prepared himself for the large jump. He grit his teeth as he jumped, his muscles screaming.

"OH CRAP!" He yelled.

He gripped onto the steel railing, his breath labored, scrambling onto solid surface. His rib cage felt like it was shattered from the hard collision with the metal fence, and his lungs ached for air. He swallowed, and then rested his palms onto his knees. He looked around, and no sight of Jamie.

"Well, looks like I win!"

He heard a gruff sound from behind, he turned and he felt the grin melt off his face.

"Hey, Mr. Fredrickson." He greeted awkwardly. "Nice meeting you here…Well, obviously this is your apartment, since your standing…here."

Jack huffed as the man lifted him from the back of his shirt, dragging him to his apartment door, which was fortunately across the hall. Jack pursed his lips in annoyance as his feet dangled from the floor.

Mr. Fredrickson rang the doorbell, and Jack heard feet scurry into the door, and his mother opened the door and Jack was dropped down onto the ground like a pile of trash. Without saying a word, the older man left, and retreated back into his apartment, leaving a loud slam behind.

"I feel another lecture coming on," Jack grumbled.

"Not today, Jackson." She said. "We don't have time for that. Now go grab your things."

"Thank you Sir!" She yelled in the hallway before heading back in, "Your siblings are already in the taxi, I'll wait here."

Jack went into his shared bedroom with Finn, and took a moment to linger. His side of the room was neatly put away. His bed was tucked in, and his posters were still up, the broken alarm clock, but some things were obviously missing like books, pictures, and clothes. He looked at Finn's side of the room, it was obviously neat, and organized, but there was still traces of Finn, and what defined him. Then taking in the entire room, drinking the sight of the four walls he's known well. He couldn't help but feel a bit melancholic at the bareness of his side.

He looked at the single rickety old wooden window. The light casting a yellow hue onto the room, and he moved closer. He basked in its warmth, and sending of a silent farewell to the city and its people.

"Hey!" Jamie greets, poking her head out from below the window.

"Oh jeez!" He jerks in surprise. He narrows his eyes at her. "Didn't I tell you to not do that?"

"I couldn't help myself," She grins, propping her elbows onto the window's ledge. "So this it, huh?"

"I'm coming back for the holidays," He assures her.

"Yeah, but it's going to be a while before we see each other again." She said.

He lets out a breath, "It's a bit scary, and honestly I'm really excited," He admits.

"Really? Then I'm happy for you, truly." She says genuinely.

"Thanks," He replies, cracking a smile.

They both turned at the sound of his mother calling for him, telling him that they were going to be late.

"Take care of Emma for me, kay?" He asked.

"I will." She assured, lifting her fist, and he followed the action, and then knocked each other's knuckles. "See ya later," saluting him.

"Alligator." He responded lightly, and shut the door.

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Hiccup waited patiently for Gobber, who was finding the rest room, because apparently it wasn't okay for people to just go around and relieved in a bush. He had quickly spotted platform 9¾, and it didn't really take long before he saw other magical families pass him and enter the wall –errr, passage way.

Hiccup was very calm, but he couldn't deny the excitement that bubbled in his stomach. He was finally here, or at least almost there, just one train ride away, and he could finally see the castle, and finally learn something.

Hiccup felt a bit nervous as people surrounded him. He felt a bit out of place with his attire, a fur vest and loose green long sleeve. He had a number of questionable items on his trolley cart. He knew he stood out a bit more than the crowd.

He was a long way from home, and Hiccup instantly realized how remote the island really was from civilization. They were totally behind from the newest gadgets London has gained. Clothes were a lot different, and so were people. He knew he stuck out like a sore thumb.

And really, the only thing he has it going was that the weather was a lot better than Berk.

He could hear the snickers from the other kids, and Hiccup tried to ignore the insecurity creeping into him, and the speeding trolley that was about to crash into his.

Bam!

Hiccup felt his whole frame shake as his trolley rattled at the sudden impact. He steadied himself, as he gripped the metal bar tightly. His calmed his heart rate down as he glared at the culprit, or tried to. He wasn't a very menacing guy.

It was a short boy with a mop of brown hair. The boy smiled sheepishly, and scratched the back of his neck, laughing nervously. He opened his mouth, and Hiccup tried not to stare at the wiry metal on his teeth. "Oops, Sorry for ramming into you like that. I wasn't looking."

"I guessed." Hiccup said, irritation fading away "Hogwarts?"

"Yes, Oh my God, Hogwarts." He said, nodding his head fervently. "Mate, you're like my savior right now, I've been looking for platform nine and three-quarters for forever now. I seriously thought for a moment this was just a huge prank on me."

Hiccup smiled at him, shaking his head. Muggle-born, he thought. "Well, uh, mate." He tried to say, but ended up sounding completely awkward. "This is it."

The boy stared at the wall, then looked back at Hiccup with a flat look. "Are you serious?"

Hiccup nodded.

"I'm going home." He stated loudly, but before he could move his trolley. Ruffnut and Tuffnut came barging in, fighting as usual.

"I go in first!" yelled Ruffnut, as she rammed her trolly against her brother's.

"No, I do!" He yelled back, imitating the action.

The duo both thrust their trolleys in full force, speedily into the brick wall, then disappearing into it. The traces of their loud fighting were still lingering into the air.

The boy gawks at the scene that transpired, before breaking into a grin. "That was wicked!"

"Jack, there you are!" yells a woman, in similar coloring of the boy next to him. Trailing behind her was a set of similar-looking children, and Hiccup noted a boy who was a bit too similar to the boy next to him, or now he dubbed 'Jack'.

Jack turned to him, stretching his hand to him. Hiccup felt a foreign feeling creep into him, and it was very earnest. Hiccup lifted his hand, and shook it. It was rough, and had calluses in areas, but Hiccup didn't mind it, his own hand was rough from all the handiwork in the workshop.

"I'm Jack Overland." He introduced himself, an impish smirk on his face.

"Hiccup Haddock." He said, and ignored the snort that came after.

Jack then returned to his family, chatting amiably to them. His mother fussing over him, the older look brother ruffled the top of his head, and the youngest who was crying uncontrollably. He cocked his head at the sight, thinking about warmth that emanated from them. A hand clamped down onto his shoulder, and Hiccup jerked from the contact.

"Gobber?" He looks up, raising a petulant eyebrow at him. "Took you long enough."

"Aye, aye, quit yer complainin'," He says, staring at the family before him. "Yer da really wanted to see you off, ye know?"

Hiccup was silent, staring forlornly at Jack's annoyed expression.

"But there were some really really important matters he had to do, and it's important for him to do what's best for–"

"–For the tribe, right?" He inserts knowingly. He gives Gobber a tight smile. "Got it, I really do."

Gobber gives Hiccup a side hug. "Soooo, what have you been up to while I was gone, huh? Loki knows how much of a troublemaker you really are."

Hiccup's immediate response was to say nothing, but once again looked at Jack as he rammed his trolley into the wall, disappearing from sight.

"I think I made a friend."

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"You're all set now? You got everything in your trunk?" Mother Gothel asked, as she fretted over her daughter, who was getting exhausted over her mother's rambling. "Do you have your wand with you? Are you sure you can do this?"

"Yes, yes, yes, and yes, Mother," She answers, smiling tightly.

Her mother stared back at her daughter. Looking at her with so much scrutiny that made Rapunzel a bit uncomfortable. Rapunzel diverts her attention to the children behind her, who were bawling, hugging, and laughing with their parents. She furrows her eyebrows together, certainly didn't feel anything like that towards her mother. Rapunzel tucked her bottom lip under her teeth, feeling the gnawing guilt that settled in her.

She loved her mother, she really did, but wasn't quite sure about the relief that she felt when she received her letter. She concluded that it was perhaps she was finally free from her mother's over-protectiveness.

Rapunzel froze as her mother reached towards ear. She tried to look nonchalant as her mother's face morphed into a deep scowl. Rapunzel continued smile dumbly, hoping that she wouldn't notice.

"Oh Rapunzel," She started. Rapunzel clenched her fists, half-moons forming into the skin. "There's a lose strand here."

Rapunzel refrained to release a sigh in relief. Her mother carefully tucked in the loose hair behind her ear. Rapunzel beamed, and she felt her lips stretch like a rubber band.

"I'm ready," She said.

Her mother cupped her cheeks, and angled her head low enough for her to kiss the top of it. A small smile played on her cheeks. "I love you."

"I love you more," She replied.

"I love you most," She said finally, landing another kiss. "Now go, before you miss your train."

"Yes, mother!" She responded cheerfully. As she made her way, she felt a strong grip on her wrist that she almost cried out in pain. She was shoved into a strong embrace, almost bone-crushing. Rapunzel struggled breath, but chose to not move.

Her mother leaned in close, lowering her voice only for her hear. "Do not disappoint me." She whispered into her ear. With that, Rapunzel watched her retreating figure blending into the crowd before dissolving in it completely, and vanish. The words echoed into her ear, reverberating into her skull.

She gently rubbed her wrist, the pain soon diminishing. She pushed her trolley towards the train, stopping next to young girl with an intricate snow-white braid. She had a deathly pale complexion, almost a blue tint. Tiny freckles still dusted on her button-nose. Her clothes were expensive-looking, but she wore too many layers that it covered nearly every inch of her skin. Rapunzel carefully lugged her trunk onto the load, and couldn't help but notice the girl who was staring at her trolley anxiously, as if she was absolutely petrified.

Rapunzel chose to ignore her, but then started hearing a bullet fast mantra from the girl. Deciding that she was going to start making a line behind her, Rapunzel put on a polite smile.

"Hello, are you alright?" She asked, cocking her head to the side.

The girl, who looked like she saw a ghost, immediately shoved her hands into the pockets of her dress. She whipped her head towards Rapunzel, plastering a polite smile of her own. "Oh yes, I'm fine."

"Well, you seem really scared of your luggage," Rapunzel pointed out.

The girl smiled tighter, "Well, I'm a bit of a germaphobe. My sister, Anna, she really likes keeping her hands dirty, if you know what I mean."

Rapunzel doesn't really buy it, but tries to help her anyways. "My mother packed me these gloves for the winter, but I already packed a lot of them, and they were a bit too big for me anyways. So, uh here."

The pale girl accepted it, putting it on her dainty hands. "Thank you." She softly said.

"It's no problem." She replied.

The girl looked up from her lashes, and Rapunzel thought how unfair how pretty she was, "I'm Elsa." She softly introduced herself, but loud enough for her to be heard over the hoots of owls and chatter.

"Rapunz–Oof!" She yelped as she felt her back collide with a hard metal, feeling a twinge of annoyance. She whipped her head back, and saw red.

Literally.

"Ey, you're blocking up the line, Lass!" The redheaded girl yelled, throwing her fist in the hair, her hair bouncing in every moment. "Move it!" She huffed.

Elsa who quickly placed her trunks into the load, quickly shuffled away without a goodbye. Her snow-colored braid swaying behind her. Rapunzel continued to stare at the fiery girl who was dressed in deep forest green long sleeve, and a pair of wool tights that were tucked in sturdy looking boots.

"What are you looking at?" The girl snapped. She haphazardly tossed the trunk into the train, a resounding thump was heard inside. Her blue eyes were bright like illuminated pools of water. Rapunzel almost thought the girl would spit down onto the floor.

Rapunzel smiled in amusement. "Red hair, blue eyes, spit-fire attitude..." She listed off. "You must be a DunBroch."

The girl half-smirked, she stretched her arm, and Rapunzel shook on it firmly. "The name's Merida."

"Rapunzel." She introduced herself. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Merida grinned, scratching her chin in mock-thought. "Hmm let's see, odd name, too-polite attitude, and Whew! Who could ever forget those green eyes?" She snaps her fingers as if she found an epiphany. "You must be a Gothel."

"You are correct." She says, impressed.

Merida wrinkles her nose slightly. Rapunzel could feel the judging eyes on her now. It was common wizard knowledge to know the existing pureblood families, and especially as exclusive as the one she was born into. No matter how arrogant it sounded, it was basically royalty. Rapunzel never truly believed it, if her entire family was strictly pureblood, then by the twentieth century her family would have been long diminished. Though, she rather didn't like to correct her mother in this sort of topic, Rapunzel had always thought her mother's beliefs were a bit too extreme.

The whistle blew above them. Merida looking like she was contemplating hard, shrugged her shoulders. "Wanna sit together?"

Rapunzel paused, then ultimately accepted.

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Merida stared at the moving scenery before her, the grasslands reminding her of her kingdom. A large expanse of green and forestry made her dream of riding along it with Angus. The cool surface of the window was pressed against her cheek, she felt the urge to open the window and feel wind whip past her, and her hair trailing behind her like a flaming river. Her bow rested beneath her fingertips. The sound of paper flipping broke her trance, and her eyes flickered towards the golden-haired lass.

She wasn't quite sure if she could trust the girl. Merida wasn't blind to the news of the wizarding world. She could practically hear her parents' worries in the walls of her bedchambers, and kept quiet about their nightly visits to the wine cellar. She knew that the Gothel family was reputable for their large lines of dark wizards, and with rumors of the Nightmare King was still high in the air, it was a bit of a coincidence.

She glanced at Rapunzel who was preoccupying herself with a weighty book that was weathered, obviously from seen quite a bit of use. Her posture was straight, and look effortlessly elegant. Merida slouched, trying to get a peek of what she was reading that looked so damn interesting.

Ugh.

"Nonlinear Dynamics," She said suddenly, and Merida almost fell off her seat in surprise. "And Chaos." She added with a curve of her lip.

"What?" She asked.

"The book I'm reading." She lifted her book, the title in big bold letters. "You're curious, huh?"

"Well, yeah." She said, lifting her hands high above her head, "You've been reading that thing the moment we got on, so yeah, I'm curious."

"Have you heard about the chaos theory before?" Rapunzel asks, and then showing a page that feature a picture of a man, "Edward Lorenz?"

Merida shakes her head.

Rapunzel felt a spark lit inside her. "It deals with really complex systems whose behavior is highly sensitive to slight changes in conditions, so that small modifications can increase into extremely great consequences…with math."

Merida blinks at her, and then shakes her head.

Rapunzel thinks a bit, trying to carefully word it in place. "Well I guess you could associate it with the butterfly effect."

"Butterfly effect?" Merida echoed.

"A butterfly flapping its wings today may lead a devastating hurricane weeks from now," She said, and then produced a pink butterfly, illuminating the room with a pink glow, "Something like that"

"Oh, I think I get it." Merida said, nodding. "Kind of like altering your fate by a single deed?"

"I guess you could say that." Rapunzel said, shrugging, and then produced several more butterflies.

Merida opened her mouth for another question, before the brash entrance of short boy with hair similar to animal carcass, followed by a tall skinny one, interrupted her. The girls blinked widely at them, staring at them in surprise.

"Hey ladies, have you seen a toad? My friend, Hiccup, here lost his." The boy gestured towards the awkward lanky boy next to him. He stared at the projection of butterflies in amazement, his mouth spreading into a wide grin. Both girls stared at the boy's teeth that were barbed with metal. "Oh wow, you're doing magic? Well, let's have a look then."

The butterflies slowly flapped their tiny wings, and then dropped down onto the floor, like dead insects, and dematerialized into nothing.

"Not very impressive," He says, and then purses his lips. His eyes widens at the unoccupied seats. "Oh hey, could we sit here? Everywhere else is full."

At this moment, Merida resolutely declined and Rapunzel nodded quietly.

"We don't want any smelly boys here. Especially with a garden gnome like you," Merida hisses, shuddering at the thought. She had the misfortune of having a trio of wee devils as brothers. Rapunzel raised her brow at the word 'we'. She then rolled her eyes, and decided to return to her book.

"Who you talking garden gnome!? You bigheaded orangutan!" Jacks bites back.

Jack taking offense frowned deeply. Hiccup looked nervously at the sparks flying between them. Hiccup, who seemingly recognizes who she was, bugs out. Merida honestly thought the boy was mute.

"Do you know who that is, Jack? She's Merida DunBroch The Girl who lived, and heir to the friggin' DunBroch clan." He whispers to him, but Merida manages to pick it up. She clutches her arm tightly in defense, frowning slightly at her titles.

Jack doesn't give Hiccup a backwards glance, proceeds to glare at the flaming red head. "It's funny you should say that because I'm Jack Overland. The boy who literally gives zero fu–"

"Merida!" Rapunzel yelped, staring widely at the girl. Merida startled by her reaction, whips into her direction. "What is it, Lass?" she snaps.

"I… you… hair," Rapunzel stutters, pointing at her, "Uh…"

"Spit it out already!" She hisses.

"To…Merida, on the top of your head, there's a…" She trails off, and then swallows. She glances towards the boys, "I think I've found your toad."

It takes at least five second for it to sink in, until Merida screeches shrilly. Her hands flew into her hair, causing her red mane to grow in size. The toad was jumping around her head, avoiding her swatting.

Rapunzel sprung from his seat to aid her, digging her hands into the red jungle. The two boys then entered into the compartment, shoving their own into hair.

"You're going to kill him!" Jack says.

"Hold still, Merida!" Rapunzel hisses.

"Get this thing off me!" Merida shrieks.

"Oh, Odin, oh Odin, Oh Odin…" Hiccup repeats under his breath.

Then the wettest, slimiest, and loudest sound was heard, cutting through their voices. They all went rigid. They all stare at it with stunned silence, mouths hanging open in extreme horror.

They screamed.