Originally Posted by Ashwinder

The alarm she took at his muttered confession was more than a tad bewildering; especially as the missing lunch wasn't an especially good one. Truthfully he'd been prepared to wait until dinner, as a test of his self-control against the stereotype that teenage boys were eating machines, but now he almost felt obligated to look. He gave a half-hearted peer into his backpack, "I can't imagine what it would be doing under the seats, but yes, I've checked my bags."

Though there was something else that had to be cleared up first, now, immediately, before any further searching was done, "A nick is an accident, a small imperfection gouged into an item of worth. And to nick a possession is to steal it from its rightful owner. I am not a 'Nick', I am Nicholas. As introduced."

And he waved off her seemingly incessant questions about schooling by checking under the seat. He didn't see his lunch, though he did notice quite a few colourful beans stuck to the underside which he could only imagine were unfavourable flavours of Bertie Bott's.

From his investigative position (i.e. somewhat upside down), he instructed her, "A geriatric ward is where the elderly receive medical attention. The problem has been solved, however, so I wouldn't worry."

As for sparkles and unicorns... sigh.