His mum and dad was just about to finish their final words for their sons when Gregory went off ahead without even saying goodbye. He hates it when they start on the pep talk. "S'kay, I'll talk to him later." Nicholas offered dutifully, seeing the pained looks of his parents as their other son walks away. His mother forced a smile, and planted a soft kiss on his right cheek, and said to take care and be good. His father walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Go get that cup, son." Nicholas nodded, and smiled, "I will."

After saying his goodbyes, Nicholas then walked off hurriedly towards the crowded train station to his designated train compartment. As far as he's concerned, he doesnt care about his git of a brother or any of these teary-eyed buggers miling about here today. He's only concern now is winning that Inter-House Quidditch Cup this year. They were so close last year for if it wasnt for that Potter boy, and his Father power tripping. What else could it be? It was clear (in his opinion) that they should have won the cup, though it was a close fight.

[i]Man, there sure is a lot of these first year buggers this year.[/i] The train station is literally over run by them, he had trudge over a couple groups of this lil shits so he can get to his compartment. Not far off, he saw Virgil amongst the "badgers". It was like looking at a snake ravenously slithering among a den of unsuspecting rodents. Its weird. Nicholas poked his head towards the door, "Hey, gon be at Hightower's. You coming?"