Re: Sneaking out of the Feast (Nick)

by Guest Tue Aug 25, 2009 11:06 pm

Nick knew he sounded rather lovesick and stupid but it was true, the kiss had just been the icing on the cake. He listened intently to her, hanging on to her every word. Yet was rather tacken aback by them, he had not expected that. Usually when he kissed girls they complimented him on his ability, yet once again Christabelle defied all the social norms. Shaking his head he smiled and replied "Not just for the kiss. Your a breath of fresh air within this old castle. All the girls within these walls are the same, their all boring and predictable. I've never met a girl from any house that I've been this interested in."

It was true, Nick had met most of the girls here worth meeting and none had managed to hold his attention for more than an hour or so. Yet he found himself wanting to stay here with Christabelle, whether he missed the Sorting or not. When she asked what he had really brought her here for he decided to be truthfull and tell her about his motives. Though they were shallow he hoped she understood, and he had learned something here today. Nick cleared his throut and spoke calmly "Honestly. I wanted all of this, shallow as it may seem I brought you here to make out. I saw you sitting alone at your table and knew I had to have you. It was all going to plan until I realised that I actually liked you, so I hung off when you told me about your Muggle friend. I didnt want you doing something you might later regret and I dont want to cause you any trouble between you and your cousin. I'd totally understand if you walked away right now." Nick ran his hand through his hair, so he had said it, been honest with a girl for once in his life. He felt pretty bad and disgusted at himself. Still this was Nick Valentine, he regained his positive demeanor rather quickly.

Hopping of the table he stood in front of her, his head held high and his hand's in his pockets. Even after kissing, the ruffling of his hair and the revelations he had told her Nick still looked perfect. His now messier hair looked better than it had when it sat neatly and his robes and school uniform hung from his body well, his shirt seemed whiter than it had and his shoes shinier. Nick smiled at her, topping of the look "Do you want me to escort you back to the hall Christabelle." The words rolled of his tounge with ease this time and he was once again the epitome of confidence.

by **Christabelle Whittle** Tue Aug 25, 2009 11:11 pm

"Is it already time to go back?" she asked curiously. She had well known what some of his motives were, after all weren't they the same for her? She just had a different way of playing the game. "How would you cause problems with me and my cousin?" she asked curiously. "Besides I wouldn't run off that easily. Like I've said before I'm not a porcelain doll."

by Guest Tue Aug 25, 2009 11:27 pm

Nick shrugged his shoulders "No we still have a while, just I thought that perhaps you didn't want to stay with me after I put the moves on you." That was the impression he had gotten after all, had he totally mis-read the situation? Nick let her continue before he decided on what to do. Her first question he had not really expected to have to answer. Nick actually believed Christabelle would be much better off dating him than anyone else. Her cousin was a Slytherin and so was he, the prefect of that house in fact. This cousin of her's was also a Parselmouth seemingly. Such a rare skill to have, indeed so rare that most of the time Nick kept it hidden. Two people with so many similar characteristics couldn't possibly not get on. Besides anything was better than a muggle born in the eyes of a pureblood. Clearing his throut a little he replied "Your cousin just seems like a very hard person to please and I know you are your own person, I just didn't want to pressure you into doing something only to cause you more trouble with your familly. Though I believe that he would be happier to hear you had chosen me over a muggle born. He and I have a few similarities, perhaps we would get on? I would try, for your sake." It was all very sentimental and all very true. Christabelle looked like she needed someone composed and strong in her life, who better than he?

In an attempt to save the entire situation, he walked closer to her, standing over her smiling. He took his hand out of his pocket and gently carressed her cheek. It was cold but no doubt it would feel good upon her skin, Nick could feel the warmth of her cheeks, though whether it was because of the heat in the classroom or from blushing he did not know. He assumed the position he had when they first met, on his knees so his head was in line with her tummy. He took her hand and kissed it gently "I'll stay here with you if thats what you want. You just need to ask, either way."

by **Christabelle Whittle** Tue Aug 25, 2009 11:31 pm

Christy found herself leaning her head against the coolness of his hand, "I think you and him would get on famously actually." she replied her eyes closed as her face started to warm his hand she pulled away from it. She smiled as he kissed her hand, "Or we could go somewhere else other than this room or the hall." she continued to say smiling, "I haven't seen the grounds here either." she said brightly.

by Guest Wed Aug 26, 2009 6:18 pm

Nick smiled as she confirmed his beliefs that her cousin and himself would get on. There really was nothing stopping them from being friends, what with the Pureblood pumping through their vein's and the ability to speak Parselmouth, Nick and this boy were almost identical. He listened to her suggestion nodding at the idea, the Dark Arts classroom was pretty dull and it would be nice to get out into the fresh air. Nick glanced out the window, gazing up at the starry sky and the half moon. It was a beautiful night for a walk in the ground's, Nick climbed to his feet smiling "The ground's hmm? I'd like that, we will have to sneak out though I dont think we are allowed in the ground's. Well I know we aren't, specially this late at night, but life isnt fun without risks." He offered her his hand, to help her down from the table, it was a pretty big drop after all! Laughing he added "Your a bad influence on me..."

by **Christabelle Whittle** Wed Aug 26, 2009 6:22 pm

"Now how am I a bad influence on you?" she asked putting her hand to her mouth in mock shock. "I don't think I've ever been a bad influence on anyone in my life." She smiled at him, "I think its you who's have the bad influence on me love." she said as he helped her down. "You are right a life without risks, is a life full of regrets if you ask me."

by Guest Wed Aug 26, 2009 6:48 pm

Nick put his hand's on his hips and faked a look of shock as she claimed that it was in fact he who was the bad influence on her. In reality she was probably right, there were many witches and wizards who had turned rebellious after a day or two in his company, he had no idea why? A little tingle shot it's way down his spine as he heard her call him love. That was sweet, that she was coming up with pet names for him already, he smiled then replied "Perhaps you are right, we need to instill a wild streak in you Christabelle, you need me. Troublesome though I may be." He laughed a little when she came out with her little piece of philosophy for the day. She was right, if you never tried things in your younger years then you would always regret it when you were older. Nick had few regrets because he was always willing to try something once. A safe, sheltered life was not what he wanted to lead. Nick wanted excitement, he was glad Christabelle did too.

Nick took her hand in his as the two walked down the aisle inbetween the tables and chairs, then out the open door. He turned his wand on it as it closed and locked it with a swish of his wand, there was a small pink flash as the charm left his wand, then a little click as the locks on the classroom sealed themselves. He smiled and looked at Christabelle as they descended the marble staircase. Thing's were made easier for them as it seemed everyone was still pre-occupied with the feast, teachers and students alike. The floor between the stairs and the front door was completely void of people. Nick's pace quickened slightly as he led Christabelle down the final few steps, across the hall and out the door. The cold breeze hit the two immediately and small droplets of rain trickled down Nick's hair and robes. He turned to Christabelle "Dont worry this is good Scottish weather. Shall we see if we cant find the lake?"

by **Christabelle Whittle** Wed Aug 26, 2009 6:53 pm

"Good weather?" she mused. "Rain a lot I take it?" she asked curiously as they reached the bottom of the steps. The slight moisture in the air was already starting to make her curls go a little wild as she tried to tame them back down as they walked, "Which direction maestro?" she asked curiously. He had seemed surprised that she had called him love, even though there was nothing by it, just what she tended to call people now and again.

by Guest Wed Aug 26, 2009 7:24 pm

Nick laughed, did it rain alot in Scotland, thats all it really did in this country but it was nice sometimes. He smiled "Yeah it rain's and it pours here, though summer can be nice, I hope you came prepared Christabelle. Your not in France now." His hand tightened around Christabelle's, he was glad she had transferred from Beauxbaton's, Nick wondered what he would have been doing had he not been out here, probably still in the feast, staring at a salad or something else just us un-appetising. The two walked down the stone pathway then down on to the wet grass. Nick gazed down at his shoes which were getting rather dirty with the wet mud, turning to Christabelle he smiled "Are your feet getting wet? Do you want me to carry you? The lakes not far and your a slim girl. I wouldn't want you ruining your shoes or anything, dont girls love their shoes?"

by **Christabelle Whittle** Wed Aug 26, 2009 7:51 pm

Christabelle looked down, her black ballet flats were already soaked, "I do love shoes but these are already ruined." she replied looking down at the mud covered and wet shoes, "Though I wouldn't object to you carrying me." she said smiling as she looked at him, "I am well aware I'm not in France thank you, I think the train ride did that for me, plus the feast, which didn't look all that appitizing to say the least." She smiled, "But I do love the rain." she said almost wanting to twirl around in it like she did when she was a little girl.

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