nikolas vaisey doesn't need a broom to fly (besserwisser) wrote in wished,
Nikolas shrugged and grinned ambivalently. "Not so far."
He eyed the soup, not sure whether he wanted to bother - he'd never much liked sweet potatoes, though the steam rising off of it seemed particularly inviting today, and it probably didn't taste too much like sweet potato anyway. Then again, he didn't eat ham very often, either, and he had to admit the sandwich was very enjoyable. Belatedly, Nikolas snickered at the house elf comment.
"Well, he's quite human, but who knows? Like I said, he has very mysterious means of acquiring things he wants or needs." He swirled the butterbeer around in its bottle for a moment, seeming to ponder it, before putting it back down. Wanting to change the subject from how he had managed to get the food, Nikolas grasped at something that had come up earlier.
"So, you said you'd been to Sweden before? When was that?"