He was just about to launch into a tirade about why he thinks Elijah
did do it for laughs when he got distracted by....
Louisa being a male version of him.
That sooooo did not help with the mental images... SPECIALLY when he has these images of Louisa over the summer... but with his head transposed over her neck. Yeah scary.
Shakes head. Don't get distracted!
"I....I had a bit of luck on my own thanks." he muttered, calmer now although it was clear he was still seething. That wasnt an ungrateful statement to his buddy, but he just didnt know how to respond without PARADING the entire event of the previous month...
....And then there was that stab of guilt
'his fault for not keeping him up to date with these things'. Yeah he
would've clued Elijah in on this, except Vickers was struggling to come to terms with things on his own. Still is. And he would have to admit, he WAS a little selfish about wanting to keep that secret to himself for as long as he could. It was special see? And he just wasnt that kind of guy that would go brandishing a special moment around like some kind of trophy.
"Aww-alright. If you must know--" he started but felt a gentle hand on his arm. His head turned sharply to see Louisa beside him. She was looking at him, and whatever extreme annoyance he had earlier seems to be dissipating rather quickly. He presses his lips together to take some nice, deep, calming breaths when.....
.... Louisa stomped on Elijah's foot.
For a few seconds he watches Louisa stalk off back towards their table with Elijah hopping around like a Mexican jumping bean. Yeahhhh he should've seen that coming. Or maybe Elijah should have. He turns with a start when Elijah's howling finally snaps him out of his reverie. He braces his buddy by the arm and sets him back onto the Hufflepuff seats
"Be thankful its just your foot." he mumbled. No really, be glad, because Louisa could've swung any of her limbs against something else.
"Its not broken is it?" he asks, slightly worried. He wasnt so much worried that it was broken-- moreso that Elijah would have to seek Healer help and really the Curly One was better off not to tussle with her. Unless he wants to. Whatever.
"We're.... gonna have to talk." he mumbles to the Elijah as he straightens up.
"You do deserve some kind of explanation." he added, specially with all the
help he had just given them.
"But NOT HERE." Not where everybody can hear or pretend not to hear. Strictly VanderWilde business only capisce?
"I gotta get back... get out... get.... going." its been a looooooong night for him.
"You'll hear from me." he said as he clapped his buddy by the arm, a hope-you-didnt-take-my-nearly-strangling-you-by-the-neck-personally gesture. He took one last look at the Ravenclaw table-- Louisa was likely doing her Head Girl duties or something-- before he turned around and dragged his weary self out of the Great Hall.