Nick wasn’t shocked when he heard that Matt had been involved, b*****d Nick thought to himself. He appreciated that Christabelle did not blame him for dragging her into Matt’s games but he wasn’t convinced that it wasn’t his fault. Had she not been dating him, she would have probably been under his radar, still there was no point in kicking himself now "Thanks sweetheart, though I know I have some part to play. He wouldn't even know who you are had you not been dating me." Nick sort of trailed off. Matt would get his comeuppance soon enough though, they always did, Nick prayed that it would be he that delivered the killing blow, though what were the chances? For now Nicholas’s job was not to go seeking revenge, but to keep Christabelle safe and happy. He wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her down the cobbled street. The Three Broomstick’s was just a short walk away, there they would be safe, even if Matt did turn up, there was always a huge crowd in the pub.
They walked for just under a minute when they appeared outside The Three Broomstick’s. It looked very homely, there was a sweet fragrance spilling out of the pub and on to the streets and the little windows glowed yellow as a result of the candlelight. Nick pushed open the door and allowed Christabelle to enter first, he followed behind and let the door close behind him. A few head’s turned as they entered but they quickly returned to what they were doing before they had came in. Most of the tables were full, people chatting about their days at work and what not. There was a table free however towards the back of the room, hidden away in the corner, it was perfect Nick thought. He stood behind Christabelle and with both hand’s on her hips guided her too the table.
After excusing a few drunk wizards they were there. It was not a dark, dingy corner but it would provide them all the privacy they needed to discuss the nights going-on’s. Nick pulled Christabelles seat out for her then took the one next to her. The candle upon the table provided them with their own little bit of lighting but also a little bit of warmth. Nick hadn’t realised how cold it had been outside until he had entered the pub. He spoke calmly “Do you want butterbeer or something a little stronger?” Technically speaking Nick was not old enough to buy alcohol in a bar, but at this time of the night and on a Friday night no-one really cared.