took a little tumble [open]

[nicky]

The first thing that alerted Nicky to consciousness again was the pain, there was nothing overly intense; like a mangled up body. His head hurt, a lump had formed neatly on the side of his skull, most likely from where he’d fell to the floor. The pain was more swimming then focused, the heat of it spreading down to his upper back and neck where he’d been propped up against the cold stone wall. As soon as his eyes flickered open he knew exactly where he was, Nicky has a long standing history with the insides of broom cupboards, he’s woken up within quite a few of them actually. This one had the same hanging spider’s webs that had been there the last time he’d woken up from being stunned. A low groan came from his throat as he sat forward, rolling his shoulders to try and loosen up his muscles, he ached. He didn’t care about who did this to him, he just cared that he’d woken up all alone and in the dark once more.

His limbs felt stiff as he stumbled out of the cupboard, the light of the early morning streaming through the castle windows and blinding him as he emerged. He lowered his head, blonde fringe falling over his face to shade his eyes as he stepped over to the other side of the corridor, sitting himself down unceremoniously onto one of the many benches situated around the castle. As his mind slowly woke up he began to remember exactly what had happened the night before. It was his own fault mainly, for being out of his room after hours. He further got himself into trouble for making his presence aware to a small group of Slytherin’s. Apparently seeing a Hufflepuff in the corridor all alone who won’t leave them alone gives them a chance to attack and shove him out of sight. It wasn’t rare for that to occur to this boy, however, he’ll quite happily give them another chance to not knock him the hell out.

Always prepared he rummaged around in his pocket, pulling out a flask of butterbeer (that he’d funnelled into bottles at the last Hogsmead trip). The warm drink sent a pleasant shiver through his body, he was fine and dandy, he just wished that the Slytherin’s had given him a pillow, or at least a blanket of some sort. He wasn’t quite awake enough to know it yet but a fine shiver shook his body, the thick school robes doing very little to heat him back up again. He didn’t know exactly why he’d been attacked, he’d been friendly enough, approached them without sneaking, he hadn’t even eavesdrop on their quiet conversation. He just assumed that not many people were friendly to them, maybe they thought he was being manipulative, or maybe they thought he’d tell on them…? Despite the fact that he’d promised he wouldn’t.

For now all he wanted to do was sit and recuperate, then he’d be off to the Great Hall to stuff his stomach to the brim with anything he can get his hands on.