[h2][color=blue][center]Nickie[/center][/color][/h2]

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The girl had remained slumped in that position, fiddling with her wand by simply trying to balance it on her hand and minor succeeding for a few seconds. Then she had noticed Tariq had re-entered the room in a new outfit all together, had he really gone off to change outfits because she did not return the hat. Nickie thought to herself, wondering why he had to change an entire outfit due to the lack of a simple fedora. Regardless, she watched the man stand in the corner for a few moments before looking away the moment that he had begun walking towards her, not entirely enthused. 

[color=004b80]"I'm sorry for being so...distant with you."[/color] Those words drew her gaze to rest on the man, an awkward way to begin an apology, but she could forgive him for that. Nickie continued to listen to him speak, [color=004b80]"I just...I'm not use to the way you are.."[/color] A slight [i]Hmpf[/i] could be heard as she processed the irritating sentence, crossing her arms over her chest as he continued. Once Tariq finished, Nickie sighed a bit before thinking of a response to the man who obviously seemed somewhat sincere due to his pure awkwardness. 

[color=blue]”Apology accepted,”[/color] Nickie said bluntly, a small smile coming to her face as she stood up, still having to look up at Tariq. She took off the fedora and looked it over, a feigned expression of sadness as she moved to place atop Tariq’s head. However, the movement quickly diverted to place the hat of Nickie’s head once more. Giggling could be heard as she walked passed Tariq stopping at the table. [color=blue]”Don’t worry too much about it, ruskie,”[/color] she said turning to face the man once more, [color=blue]”I lived in New York with a bunch of Irish immigrants, you literally could not be more rude if you tried.”[/color]

Then the lights flickered, only for a few moments, she knew what that meant; the house was on the move towards the United States. It was honestly impressive that an entire house could be apparated, figuring it must be hard on good ole’ Emory. She stood for a few moments in silence, before hearing the arrival time [color=blue]”I’ll keep the hat safe for ya, then I’ll give it back after our cases,”[/color] Nickie strolled up to Tariq before holding out a hand, [color=blue]”Whatcha say?”[/color] Her standard cheeky smile was now prominent on her pale face once more as she did all this. Legitimately, Nickie did feel better that Tariq had come to apologize, even if it still meant that she would not give the hat back quite yet. Then again, what could be expected from the whimsical muggle-born.