!1997: 11, !incomplete, draco malfoy, nikolas vaisey Who: Draco Malfoy and Nikolas Vaisey What: Having a talk before practice Where: Quidditch Pitch When: Thursday afternoon, November 19 Warnings: None I would think.
The weather had been fairly clear today, and Nikolas hoped that it would hold out until at least partially through the match on Saturday. He credited anticipation of today's practice with keeping him awake throughout all of his classes today - he'd been going back and forth all week between utter boredom and almost obscene excitement. Several times, usually during a class, Nikolas' thoughts would drift to different plays the team had gone over, whether he should have gotten new shin guards at Hogsmeade, what he should eat for breakfast the morning of the game. At the very least, this was taking his mind off of the annoying reality that was his situation with Daphne Greengrass.
When Malfoy had told him he wished to "talk to" Nikolas, Nikolas' first thought had been that Malfoy was going to whinge at him for his previously enthusiastic journal entry about the upcoming game. Probably "too undignified, so unbecoming of a Slytherin. Why do you put such nonsense up for everyone to see, Vaisey? You're such a prig..." He still had to idea of what Malfoy could possibly want to speak with him about, and as Nikolas sat on the grass after doing a few break-neck laps around the pitch, he rolled his eyes and scoffed to the air.
"Whatever this is that's so urgent, it can't possibly be anything I want to hear Malfoy moaning about." he muttered, rubbing at a smooch of grass stain on his broom handle. Nikolas lay back in the grass and waited for his captain to make an appearance, enjoying the breeze on his face and half expecting the other boy not to show up.