Nicholas Hornhill
The boy's bed room was almost empty by the time Nick woke up. His alarm went off a good 45 minutes ago before he was finally able to summon all the will power needed to get out of bed. His limbs and thighs felt stiff and sore from all the practices they've been doing from the passed few days, what with the Gryffindor's first lost in the season, Evans hasnt rest for a moment since until they've all been beaten good during practices. Despite all that however, Nick hasnt seen Ian around, which meant that he's still doing his morning routines as usual. Nick didnt even bother to try and copy him because he believe Quidditch practices are enough to keep his body fit, and besides, his 'projects of mischief' are keeping him up most nights, and he really needed that extra time for sleep.
By the time he's done changing into his school robes, his tummy was growling like Leo. So without anymore delay, Nick slings his school bag on one shoulder and then started to make his way towards the Great Hall, passing through the almost deserted Gryffindor common room, and then out of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Had some good night sleep, dear?" the Fat Lady called.
The Fat Lady has somewhat took a certain fondness of Nick ever since because he usually gives her compliments (or attention) she hardly gets from other students, and in return, she lets him (and others as long as they're with Nick) pass through her some nights during off hours without telling the other teachers.
"Not much, I had to finish something." Nick looked back, giving her a mischievous grin. "Oh, by the way, is it just me or you look exquisitely slimmer than the last time I saw you. I dont know, must be the new dress?" Nick said, though the Fat Lady looked exactly the same for the last 20 years, that made her giggle like a young maiden, and probably made her blush too if Nick cared to look. With that Nick walked off towards breakfast.
The Great Hall was already bustling with activities when Nick arrived. As he entered the hall, Nick didnt even bother to stay low or cool, no, that was Damian's thing, but instead he answered all the nods, waves, hellos, and even a few cat calls he got over from the Slytherin table with just the same fervor. He wasnt exactly popular like some kind of an idol (though that would be nice too), but Nick's definitely has made a reputation in school, what with playing the role of Keeper for his House's team, and surely, mainly because he's one of biggest prankster to have ever walked Hogwart's halls after the legendary Weasley twins (unbeknownst to most teachers of course).
Nick scanned the Gryffindor table for Ian, but saw that he hasnt arrived yet, which is a bit strange since he usually arrives first than Nick. Without much choice, he found himself seated amongst his other Gryffindor teammates.
"Where have you gone off to now, Darius? The Grand Canyon or something? Really, you could use some proper washing." Nick said eyeing Darius' dirty clothing, "Anyway, we are one Chaser short, and its about time you work your butt off the same as we did from passed couple of days. But really its good to have you back, we at least have a greater chance at winning that cup now that you're here, right Captain?" Nick winked at Sylvester playfully, while filling his plate with two slices of fresh baked bread and a couple of bacon strips and an egg.
"Speaking of missing players, I havent seen Ian around. Has anyone of you saw him by any chance?" Nick asked, looking around for Damian amongst the Gryffindor crowd.
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