nikolas vaisey doesn't need a broom to fly (besserwisser) wrote in wished,
Nikolas gave a short bark of a laugh - it had more derision than humor behind it.
"Those people are fucking idiots," he blurted out, followed by an apologetic look at Lucy. He settled his hands back in his lap, loosely laced his fingers together. "And they've on that 'side' forever, just now they can be even more obnoxious about it."
Happening to glance down at his wrist, Nikolas saw that they'd been here rather longer than he had expected, and that it was getting close to curfew. If they stayed here much longer there was a good chance a Prefect or patrolling professor would chide them. Normally Nikolas would had just shrugged such a thing off, but given that tensions were already so high around the castle, he didn't particularly want to deal with that.
He hopped to his feet, hovering near Lucy. "Listen, it's getting to be a bit late. I've got...a few things to take care of, still?"
Well, that was technically true. He'd been working on some new plays for the team to try out next practice, and there was the matter of the Quidditch retrials this weekend. When he'd posted that advert he had forgotten it coincided with a Hogsmeade weekend - well, at least that might keep some people away, considering he'd really only done it for Millicent's sake.
"If you need to talk, I guess, you know," he continued. Nikolas wanted to be helpful, he really did. This was just a difficult spot to be in. Automatically, he reached over and moved his hand across the top of her hair and down the side of her face. To him, it was something he might have done to comfort Astrid, but he realized too late it might be a bit too familiar for this situation. He took his hand back quickly and shoved it into his pocket. "Tell me? I did mean it when I said I don't want us to not spend time together anymore."