nikolas vaisey doesn't need a broom to fly (besserwisser) wrote in wished,
Lucy grabbed his hand, just as he'd been about to pull it back, and Nikolas wasn't sure what to do. For one thing, he hadn't been expecting her to do that. If anything it made him feel a little worse. Still, he didn't feel like it was really a bad thing. So he let her keep it - when, if, she let go, the gesture had served its purpose.
He sighed heavily, his eyebrows raised as though he were only just now realizing how serious it was. Which wasn't at all the case. Still, to hear someone say that McGonagall couldn't hold off the Ministry forever - in a tone that wasn't rife with derision for the Headmistress' abilities or sanity - was very frightening. There was a tightening feeling in his stomach.
Even if he was pureblooded and had the family history to prove it, Nikolas didn't support the Ministry's actions by a long shot. He had no intention of living under it again, not after that Umbridge debacle in his fourth year. The faded mark on the back of his hand was a reminder of that. This could only be worse, he knew.
"I wish that weren't true," he muttered. "But to say otherwise would be stupid. She's only the Headmistress. I'm surprised they haven't done it already, to be honest."
It felt good to say that finally. To not feel like he had to be careful not to upset her. His eyes stayed on his and Lucy's joined hands.