nikolas vaisey doesn't need a broom to fly (besserwisser) wrote in wished,
After having gone out flying early in the evening, Nikolas was feeling both ravenous and exhausted. The weather hadn't been bad at all, but it was windy and hard-going to get up any decent speed. Add into that the fact that he'd had a bit of a trip up in which he'd wound up landing in a muddy patch full of overgrown grass and fallen leaves just off the Quidditch pitch, and it could be said that he had had a challenging session.
While not exactly in the mood to socialize over dinner, Nikolas was pretty sure he had never been more unlikely to pass up a meal than he was at this moment. He'd not taken the time to wash up before heading to the Great Hall, and he was certain several of his housemates were making a point of avoiding him. He'd avoid himself, right now, really - he looked like hell, and probably didn't smell very good either.
After a while, though, he was starting to feel more himself, and glanced across the table to finally get a good look at who was around tonight.
"Hmph." Nikolas decided it was probably best to swallow the potatoes in his mouth before attempting communication. "Goyle. Bulstrode. All right?"