05-16-2018, 12:35 AM
Circe had made a spot at the table for her brother when he approached, looking much happier than he had been all day, with his worrying and nerves. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders as he sat beside her, shaking him slightly and ruffling his hair. He ducked his head, trying to shoulder off the attention, his cheeks pink. Still, he had a wide smile. The hall grew quiet again and stayed quiet, for what seemed like forever. Whispers started up about the five-minute mark and Nicholas looked genuinely worried for his friend on the stool. When her house was finally called a minute later, the cheers were the same until angry Russian cut through the noise.
Circe immediately turned in her seat to spot the boy at his table. What did his big mouth have to say now? Whatever it was, it didn't sound nice. His cruel words in English afterward reinforced the statement and she narrowed her eyes, jaw clenching. The air around them became very tense as the hall grew silent once more, listening to the Romanov spew his venom. The silver-haired girl's fists clenched. The nerve of him. He never had anything good to say, on top of that, he was really embarrassing whoever it was that was targeted at. She'd had the thought of getting up and shutting him up herself, but someone else from his own table had the same idea. Watching Lukyan getting socked in the face was the best thing she would see in a while, she was sure of it.
She joined in the cheers for MacTavish. "Students, students, be quiet!" It wasn't much that got them quiet, but they still chattered excitedly to each other after that display. Quickly, someone sent for Madam Pomfrey.
Nicholas couldn't believe what had just happened. His cheering for his new found friend was cut short by the incident and he could only conclude that was the brother she spoke of. When all was said and done, he had a little bit of insight into their situation and suddenly understood Temnota's previous comment about their relationship. Still, it was worrisome. He didn't join in the praising for the boy being punched, considering he hadn't even been paying attention. He stared at the table, trying to fathom what would lead someone to speak of their little sibling so harshly. He tapped his fingers absentmindedly on the table, frowning deeply. Even if Circe annoyed him at times, he could never draw so much hatred for her the way Temnota's brother did for her. In front of the entire school, no less. With a quick glance at the Ravenclaw table for his friend, he made a quick note to talk to her as soon as possible the next morning. He wasn't sure they would just a chance that night.
Madam Pomfrey bustled into the room promptly, getting someone's help to gather the knocked out Lukyan before making to the hospital wing with haste. With a glare at MacTavish, the deputy headmistress wrapped up the rest of the sorting quickly and the headmaster made his typical beginning of the year statement before the feast began. Nick was quickly pulled into conversations with the older students as his sister introduced him to her friends, obviously proud of his sorting despite the teasing.
Circe immediately turned in her seat to spot the boy at his table. What did his big mouth have to say now? Whatever it was, it didn't sound nice. His cruel words in English afterward reinforced the statement and she narrowed her eyes, jaw clenching. The air around them became very tense as the hall grew silent once more, listening to the Romanov spew his venom. The silver-haired girl's fists clenched. The nerve of him. He never had anything good to say, on top of that, he was really embarrassing whoever it was that was targeted at. She'd had the thought of getting up and shutting him up herself, but someone else from his own table had the same idea. Watching Lukyan getting socked in the face was the best thing she would see in a while, she was sure of it.
She joined in the cheers for MacTavish. "Students, students, be quiet!" It wasn't much that got them quiet, but they still chattered excitedly to each other after that display. Quickly, someone sent for Madam Pomfrey.
Nicholas couldn't believe what had just happened. His cheering for his new found friend was cut short by the incident and he could only conclude that was the brother she spoke of. When all was said and done, he had a little bit of insight into their situation and suddenly understood Temnota's previous comment about their relationship. Still, it was worrisome. He didn't join in the praising for the boy being punched, considering he hadn't even been paying attention. He stared at the table, trying to fathom what would lead someone to speak of their little sibling so harshly. He tapped his fingers absentmindedly on the table, frowning deeply. Even if Circe annoyed him at times, he could never draw so much hatred for her the way Temnota's brother did for her. In front of the entire school, no less. With a quick glance at the Ravenclaw table for his friend, he made a quick note to talk to her as soon as possible the next morning. He wasn't sure they would just a chance that night.
Madam Pomfrey bustled into the room promptly, getting someone's help to gather the knocked out Lukyan before making to the hospital wing with haste. With a glare at MacTavish, the deputy headmistress wrapped up the rest of the sorting quickly and the headmaster made his typical beginning of the year statement before the feast began. Nick was quickly pulled into conversations with the older students as his sister introduced him to her friends, obviously proud of his sorting despite the teasing.
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