They spent the next hour talking about Quidditch and parties Nicholas woulve missed. He's not much of a party goer unlike Lonan, which might probably account for his bad dancing skills and his unconventional taste for music that seem to range only from a number of unheard indie bands and Opera music. It's not that he hates it or anything, hell you can be damn sure he loves the attention, its just that he feels a little out of place most of the time. It's like going into a gig in an entirely foreign country, the beat's getting you there but you just cant understand anything everyone else is saying. They say you gotta learn to speak the language. But Nicholas obviously hasnt care to learn it one bit. Being on the team, however, gives him not much of a choice. "Parties is what keeps your status afloat." his oldest brother once told him. So eventually, Nicholas learned to live with that, but that doesnt mean he has to like it the same way.

He has lost track of time, and sure enough Trout, a tall scrawny spectacled Prefect from Ravenclaw poked his head from their compartment door and told them to change into their school robes, "Hogsmeade in ten minutes." He announced, "Hogsmeade in ten minutes." He repeated as if the they hadnt heard him the first time. Trout looked at Skylar then to Lonan and Nicholas, something in this lot that he definitely finds strange, and he didnt try so much as to hide his disapproval as he walks off ahead to the next compartment. "What's not to like?" Nicholas said in one in particular, as he starts putting on his robes over his normal clothes.