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nikolas vaisey doesn't need a broom to fly (besserwisser) wrote in wished,

"I hate to think that it's really set in stone, though that's probably because it's still a bit far off, and even now I still keep trying to convince myself they'll just sort of...forget about it, or suddenly realize that I'm not even seventeen yet and why should I even be thinking about marriage right now?" Nikolas said, his distaste for the situation clearly displayed across his face. He sneered, but simultaneously took a bite of one of the sugary biscuits, making the expression look fairly ridiculous. It was hard to look angry when you were eating sweets.

And then Daphne asked if he'd had...other plans. Had he? No, not really. That whole thing with Fancourt over in Ravenclaw in his fifth year had been, at best, fun for the first few weeks and then quickly grown old. Nikolas' thoughts instead drifted to the matter of Brigit Hackzell, the family friend he'd been quite keen on barely a year before. The matter that she was almost five years older than he was, was from questionable lineage as far as blood purity was concerned, and had clearly simply been amused and flattered by his attentions didn't really strike him as problematic. They'd snogged once or twice, but it never seemed like something that would be permanent - it was holiday, and they had both been bored and feeling impetuous. Still, he'd been subconsciously most other girls he interacted with to her since then, and had found them largely lacking.

So, was there another girl? No, not for the past year, anyway. But what if Brigit showed up again during this year's trip? Nikolas shook his head, as thought to physically eject the thought. He looked vaguely embarrassed by the question. "Well. No, nothing immediate. This hasn't effected it...anything, I mean."