Nick looked at Matt with a confused look on his face, not quite sure what he meant by his statement. Still they did not have time to beat about the bush, what with angry AMO members charging at them all guns blazing. As soon as Nick felt the grab of Matt's hand on his arm he apparated immediately. Their destination, The Three Broomstick's in Hogsmeade, why? Well it was a public place wasn't it, if Matt was going to try something because they were alone, there were people there to stop him. Not that Nick needed any helping, he had already humiliated Matt Lestrange once, he could do it again. All these thought's rushed through his mind as he was dragged backwards at what felt like 300miles per second. Apparating was such an exciting thing, though at times it made you just want to throw up. They were in this hyperspace full of twists and turns for what felt like a few seconds. Then bang, their feet landed on a wooden table. A number of angry witches and wizards rose to their feet mumbling and grumbling and demanding more beers. Nick being who he was offered the disgruntled men money for replacements before jumping of the table.
Nick turned to see Matt Lestrange descending from the table also, with any luck he would have lost his wand in Canada, making trouble almost impossible. Nick was not in the mood for anymore fighting, why was it whenever he did something to get out of doing housework it always ended up going badly wrong? It was Karma he figured, had he stayed at home he would have done the dishes already, now though he was in a pub, during the busiest hours. Nick cast a healing charm on a large cut he had obtained from the fight, it closed instantly and a soothing sensation made its way up his arm. Speaking to Matt his voice was calm "You can thank me for that one another time Lestrange."
And that was it, there were no more smart comments from Nick and there were no curses sent Matt's way. Nick pocketed his wand and made his way to the exit, pulling open the pub door and stepping out into the cold Hogsmeade night air. The streets were deserted, save for the few drunks coming and leaving the pub. Nick decided to go for a walk to clear his head and make up an excuse before apparating home. He began to walk down the street, no clear destination in mind....
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