[Another Quidditch match, another win. Not that Hiccup was counting or anything, as the deafening roar of the crowd, minus some sulking Gryffindors, hits him like a wave at the beach.
It wasn't like Ravenclaw hadn't lost a game since he became captain this year. He gets pats on the back and hair ruffles from his teammates, that's about it, but he's fine with that. Hiccup's never really been one to sing himself praises, even with a few of his friends insisting that he should. Everything was a competition to them though, and Quidditch was no different.
He'd seen the lone messages of support, even when his focus should've been on the snitch, the bright green catching his eye easily among the sea of blue and red, his cheeks a heavy pink under the sides of his helmet. He hadn't been expecting to gain a friend out of the tutoring business. Usually people just thanked him for the help, credited themselves when they scored well on their exam, and then went about their way.
But Jack had stayed. Stuck around. In the beginning, Hiccup had been expecting to have his secrets exposed, Toothless taken from him. His hand had clutched around his wand every session, preparing for an Obliviation spell, but as time drew on, he became more relaxed around Jack. Shoulders once tense loosened up. Hiccup allowed himself to laugh more, and not in a self-depreciating kind of way.]
Hiccup, you coming?
[He looked over his shoulder from where he was shucking off his Quidditch gear to look at the Keeper, Fishlegs. Shaking his head, he pulled the top half of his gear off, shaking his hair free along with the two braids he'd taken to putting in his hair in the last few months.]
You go on ahead without me. You know I'm not the partying type.
[Fishlegs raises an eyebrow, but shrugs and continues on his way, passing Jack and unable to help giving the Slytherin boy a raised eyebrow. When Jack sneaks his way into the change room, Hiccup is sitting down on a free area, reaching up to rub at a shoulder. His form is even scrawnier under the bulk of the Quidditch gear, the pants encasing his hips in a way his school uniform doesn't. Small scars dot his back, burn and claw marks from dealing with hiding Toothless under his robes.]
psh I couldn't ignore you, bb
It wasn't like Ravenclaw hadn't lost a game since he became captain this year. He gets pats on the back and hair ruffles from his teammates, that's about it, but he's fine with that. Hiccup's never really been one to sing himself praises, even with a few of his friends insisting that he should. Everything was a competition to them though, and Quidditch was no different.
He'd seen the lone messages of support, even when his focus should've been on the snitch, the bright green catching his eye easily among the sea of blue and red, his cheeks a heavy pink under the sides of his helmet. He hadn't been expecting to gain a friend out of the tutoring business. Usually people just thanked him for the help, credited themselves when they scored well on their exam, and then went about their way.
But Jack had stayed. Stuck around. In the beginning, Hiccup had been expecting to have his secrets exposed, Toothless taken from him. His hand had clutched around his wand every session, preparing for an Obliviation spell, but as time drew on, he became more relaxed around Jack. Shoulders once tense loosened up. Hiccup allowed himself to laugh more, and not in a self-depreciating kind of way.]
Hiccup, you coming?
[He looked over his shoulder from where he was shucking off his Quidditch gear to look at the Keeper, Fishlegs. Shaking his head, he pulled the top half of his gear off, shaking his hair free along with the two braids he'd taken to putting in his hair in the last few months.]
You go on ahead without me. You know I'm not the partying type.
[Fishlegs raises an eyebrow, but shrugs and continues on his way, passing Jack and unable to help giving the Slytherin boy a raised eyebrow. When Jack sneaks his way into the change room, Hiccup is sitting down on a free area, reaching up to rub at a shoulder. His form is even scrawnier under the bulk of the Quidditch gear, the pants encasing his hips in a way his school uniform doesn't. Small scars dot his back, burn and claw marks from dealing with hiding Toothless under his robes.]