Jarida Drabbles

Coconut Bras and Pinocchios

~Merida's POV~

Giggles erupted around her as soon as the strange green haze lifted off her, Jack's guffaw being the particular loudest, he probably was giving himself a pat on the back internally she mused. Delicately lifting up a strand of ridiculously thick curly hair, she let out a very undignified, dare she say it, scream. Clad in a scanty looking coconut bra and with bright pink hair was his one way ticket to hell. He was going to get it, right up his skinny pale arse.

She whipped out with sheer elegance, not to miss out on some self compliments, her wand and recited her newly learnt incantation, completely prepared to throttle the white haired idiot.

"Laceri exponara!" and with a resounding pop sound, there stood the slytherin in a Pinocchio ensemble, complete with a very distinguishable nose.

"Merida!"

~Jack's POV~

Yeap, definitely a good choice, coconut bras suited her, no matter how ridiculous it looked. And that bright pink! Flabbergasting! As Merida stood there clad in that bra (great job, Jack) and fuming, he admired the toned middle she had curtesy of Quidditch and while she wasn't as slim as Rapunzel, her athletic shape suited her. He was a hormonal male teenager with eyes, sue him.

But watching the other males roam their eyes all over her, Snotlout's in particular, he felt a twinge of jealousy bubble inside him, and he wasn't really sure why exactly.

However, what he was not expecting was for her to retaliate, I mean sure she would be mad and maybe fire some spell but this? Dressed in such hideous garb? No, he did not do red, blue, yellow and white in a single outfit. He looked like a walking national flag for Christ's sake!

"Oh and Jack," she sang in a teasingly evil voice, "that spell only lets you tell the truth" and with a venomous cackle, okay maybe not, she waltzed away, bright pink bushfire swaying behind her. This clearly was not his day.

Sweet Salazar his prank was not exactly going the way he planned and what else wa- OH MERLIN this meant he could no longer pull pranks or skip class. Everyone knew Pinocchio's story, his nose grew longer with every lie and shortened with a truth, he was digging his own grave. Merida certainly won this by a landslide. Who would've thought that she could outprank the prank king?

~later~

Godric, this was like hell, all the Slytherins had somehow gotten down to the fact that Merida had put a spell on him and they knew well and how to use it to their advantage. Slytherins being Slytherins and what not, with the occasional question from a curious hufflepuff or Griffindor wanting some revenge for some surely glorious prank he had pulled.

"Was it you who set fireworks in Professor Lorax's class?"

"Did you really cast a rainbow charm on Professor Bunnymund?"

"Were you responsible for dying Snotlout's hair blonde?"

"Are you wearing boxers now?"

The list went on. Pretty soon He decided that the quickest way to get out of his ordeal was, without a doubt, to swallow his pride and kiss Merida's boots.

Merida's POV

Honestly, Jack should have known not to mess with her, and at the rate his dignity was decreasing, this was probably by far one of her best reaction pranks. A pinocchio spell! Who would've thought? Giving herself a smug grin, she skipped into the Griffindor common room, only to find Jack lounging on the couch, stopping her dead in her tracks.

"Merida!" He jumped up from his relatively comfortable position and braced himself for whatever spell she was going to hurl at him.

"Jack? Let me guess, some adoring first year no doubt?" She smiled despite herself, Jack always wheedled his way into anywhere and as much as he was an annoying nuisance, he certainly was one of her best friends and they had a strong bond or as Rapunzel occasionally put it, "sexual tension".