Nick had been looking forward to this Christmas party that his family was hosting for some time now and he was sort of through trying to convince himself that it had nothing to do with Violet. He’d spent the rest of term trying to hang round with her as much as he could. They’d spent a lot more time talking than they used to, and not just teasing talking, but like talking talking, and he didn’t quite understand why that made him as happy as it did, but he chalked it up to him just enjoying her company. Which he did of course, but he enjoyed Alice’s company as well and he didn’t want to hear her go on about how difficult the last Potions exams had been for any longer than maybe five minutes.
He was nervous too, and as much as he wanted to convince himself that that didn’t make any sense, he knew that it made perfect sense. He fancies her. He should have worked that out a while ago, but he’d worked it out now and he was going to have to act like everything was perfectly normal while seeing her all dressed up. He took a deep breath as he walked down the stairs and then towards the ballroom. The party had already started, he’d put off entering the room for as long as he could, so now he needed to buck up and remember that he was a Gryffindor. Of course, then he saw her from across the room and his breath got caught in his throat. He turned and picked up a glass of champagne off the nearby table and took a sip. He could do this, he could act normal.
Nick walked into the Great Hall after practice, his hair still damp from his shower, and scanned the table for a place to sit. He didn’t see Frank or his other roommate around, so he figured they’d yet to come down, or he’d already missed them. He was about to sit down and just dig in by himself, when he spotted Violet sitting by herself near the front of the table. He smiled to himself and started her way.
Violet, while always looking for a reason to argue with him, well, she was something else. Nick seemed to be seeking out her company more and more lately. He sat down on the bench across from her and gave her a smirk. “How are you doing this evening, Vi?” He asked.
Nick and Violet had quite a good thing going. He had graduated from Hogwarts with fantastic grades and getting a job as an Auror had been relatively easy. After all his father was head of the department. And Violet took over for her families business. When Voldemort came knocking, asking for their services, they agreed all too readily. Funding came from Violet’s business and Nick was able to fudge up paperwork or get classified information as needed from inside the ministry. They made a good team and they had made their way up the ranks.
He got home from work and hung up his cloak by the door before walking around to the kitchen to find Violet. “Good evening, love,” He grinned, “How was your day?”