Nikolas shrugged, smirking at her off-handed tone, and glad that she hadn't been put off by his less-than-warm greeting. Giving some thought to telling her that he actually felt pretty terrible, he decided against being so forthcoming. It wasn't her fault, after all.
"I'm OK, mostly," he said, taking a middle ground. "Barely finished my essay for Herbology in time. I think Professor Sprout probably hates me this year."
He'd done well enough in the class over the past few years to qualify for the N.E.W.T. level course, but this year had been a different story, especially after the holidays had ended.
"But anyway," Nikolas said as he reigned in his tone and tried to sound more cheerful. He leaned forward and returned Lucy's kiss, taking hold of her hand. "Shall we go participate in some illicit activities on the Quidditch pitch?"
That probably sounded much more mischievous than he'd intended. "Of course I want to know how you've been doing, but I figure we shouldn't leave the others hanging."