Jarida Drabbles

Hogwats au First Meeting

The young girl squeezed her way through the bodies, ducking under arms, pushing between conversing friends. Her fiery hair streamed behind her as her eyes peered through each window in search of an empty seat. They were finally greeted by a compartment inhabited only by a young brunet whose spindly legs dangled from the seat. His green eyes peered out of a freckled face as he scanned the pages of a large book in his lap.

A smile pulled at her lips as she elbowed a few third years and pushed her way through to the door. She slid it open and slipped inside. "Hello!" she greeted, her voice thick with her natural Scottish lilt.

Dazed eyes blinked lazily as they looked up at her until the lids moved faster. "Oh, um, hi," he stammered out as he made to stand up. However, the book crashed to the floor as he tripped over his feet.

Her nose crinkled as he quickly straightened and held out a hand too large for his gangly body. "Hiccup," he introduced. "Hoping to be in Ravenclaw."

The red head snorted as she snatched his hand. "Hiccup?" she questioned.

"Yeah, I know. It's to scare away gnomes and trolls," he admitted sarcastically.

"I don't think your name's going to scare 'em away. 'Specially not if you look like that."

"Thanks," he mumbled as he pulled his hand back and bent over to pick up is fallen book.

"I'm Merida, by the way," she stated as she hoped onto a seat by the window and swung her legs up on the seats next to her. "Gryffindor."

"Oh. You're a second year?"

"No."

"Then—"

"I've got no doubt I'll be in Gryffindor."

"Ah," he muttered as he sat back down and opened his book, his fingers stroking the crumpled pages until they flattened.

Blue eyes glanced up as the door slid open and a small blonde girl stumbled in. Her green eyes widened as she looked around the compartment. She shut the door behind her and smiled hesitantly as she pushed a long strand of hair behind her ear before giving the two occupants a small wave.

"Hello," she greeted in a soft voice. "Are you first years, too?"

"Yeah," Merida piped up before the brunet could get a word in. "Merida, and this toothpick is Hiccup," she introduced, earning herself a glare from the young boy.

"I'm Rapunzel," she said as she sat down gently next to Hiccup.

"Nice to meet you," he said as he offered her a hand which she gladly accepted. "What house are you hoping to get in?"

She shrugged her slender shoulders as she relaxed into her seat. "I don't really have a preference. I'm just happy to get in. It's been my dream to go here. I'm happy with that. You?"

"Ravenclaw," he promptly answered before the red head announced, "Gryffindor."

She smiled and opened her mouth to respond when a young teen blasted through the door and slammed it shut behind him. His ice blue eyes drifted over the occupants as a smirk ghosted across his lips. "You haven't seen me," he stated as he jumped onto the seat Merida was stretched across, earning himself a yelp of protest from her. His fingers wrapped around the luggage rack overhead, and he quickly pulled himself up, melding into the slight shadows.

The pairs of young eyes stared up at him before turning down to look at each other, confusion painted in each. Before anyone could say something, the door slid open with a crash that threatened to shatter the glass window.

A black haired teen poked his head in, his verdant gaze surveying the compartment. "Have you seen a kid, about yea high?" he asked as he held his hand out to the height of his shoulders. "White hair. Smart ass. Hard to miss."

Three eyes met before a chorus of "no" was heard.

The teen sighed, his head and shoulders drooping as he muttered a string of curses. "Well, if you see him, let me know. Name's Aster," he stated as he turned and left.

Once the door slid shut behind him and he had stalked off to the next compartment, the young teen jumped down from the rack, his fingers tussling his unnaturally colored locks. "Thanks for that."

His bright eyes studied the occupants once more, and a smirk broke out across his face. "First years, huh?"

Three heads nodded mutely.

He chuckled as he plopped down between Rapunzel and Hiccup, draping an arm around their shoulders. "Jack Frost. Third year. Slytherin."

"Slytherin?" the boy questioned.

"Yes," he defended. "Cunning. We have just as much wits about us as you Ravenclaws do."

"Ravenclaw?"

"Are you a parrot?" Jack joked. "Yes. You have Ravenclaw written all over—well," he explained as he pulled his arm from the blonde to gesture up and down the brunet.

"You just gestured to all of me."

"Exactly," he said as he returned his arm around the blonde and allowed his blue eyes to scan her. "You seem to be good Hufflepuff material."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he assured as he moved his gaze to the relaxing red head.

"You," he drawled out with a smirk, "you could be Slytherin."

She spluttered as she jumped to her feet, her fist clenched firmly at her sides. "Gryffindor."

"Well," he said, removing his arms from the two first years and standing to look down at her, "you might think that, but you never know."

He stepped closer and leaned over her shorter frame until his nose almost brushed hers. "I can see that mischievous glint in your eye. Your spitfire will be quite welcomed. Might want to tone down the temper a bit though. But, you'd fit right in."

"Like hell I would, Frosty!" she shouted as she shoved her hands into his chest.

He chuckled as he rubbed the spots she had touched. A smirk pulled at his lips as he said slowly, "Frost. Not Frosty. But I shouldn't be surprised. It must be hard to hear anything through that red mop you call hair."

She growled, but her scathing retort was cut short as the door clattered open again. "Frost," a voice grumbled.

Blue eyes glanced lazily over his shoulder as he let a sigh pass his lips. "You're timing, my friend, is impeccable. But," he taunted as his fingers slipped into his pocket, "you aren't catching me. At least not today."

Muffled hollers filled the compartment as a dense blackness enveloped the small area.

The red head froze as lips ghosted over her ear and cool breath poured over her skin. "It'll be a pleasure to show you around the dorms," Jack whispered before cool lips pressed gently to her cheek.

Her hand flew around her body in hopes of making contact with his no doubt smirking face, but it only met air.

Within a few moments the darkness lifted and the compartment was filled with two stunned first years, one furious first and a tried fourth. As each of the four retreated back to their own purposes, Merida put on a calm face but couldn't ignore the hammering against her ribcage and the warmth that had overtaken the tips of her ears.