This game was so lame, Nick felt so stupid standing around with a ridiculously large wand like stick in his hand. Thank god he had not been born a muggle, this game was kind of degrading. No wonder Matt enjoyed it he laughed to himself. Man, had he known that this was what awaited him when he apparated here he would have washed the dishes. Nick stared at Matt, taking in his every detail, here before him was the man he hated more than any other. An arrogant death eater, why hadn't he killed him when he had the chance? He could do it now, if he drew quickly and cast memory charm's on onlookers. It was tempting but Nick was snapped out of his thoughts by Matt's exclamation of his success at the table. What a loser he thought as he lined himself up on the table.
There was a small click as the white ball made contact with a stripe, sinking it into the corner pocket. There really was no skill involved in this game at all. Nick's face showed his boredom, he smiled awkwardly at there opponent's who were losing badly and stepped back from the table. The men they were playing looked rather shifty and Nick felt uneasy as the one taking his shot looked at him. These muggles he thought, he shot a quick glance at Matt to see what he was doing.
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