"If there was ever a word for Caitlin, Available is not it, Nigel." Nat said trying not to sound bitter about it, but his tone betrayed him. He was honestly a little glad to have the excuse of coming out and shooting first years with his friends to not be thinking about Caitlin. Everything about the girl was both fascinating and unendingly frustrating. He wished that she were a nice normal girl, but it seemed that Nat only was interested in and only interesting to both extremes. There was Caitlin who would never love him, and that weird Hufflepuff Brittany who had a kind of terrifying obsession with him. He just couldn't win. 

Either way, he needed this. And it would be a lot of fun to watch Will try to shoot things. 

Except that she didn't seem all that trilled about shooting first years. "Of course we're really going to shoot them. Firsties are like rubber balls, they always bounce back." Nigel had acquired them some Hufflepuff first years. They were by no means Nat's favorite of the ickle ones, but he would have preferred shooting Slytherins. There was no problem in the world that couldn't be solved by hurting Slytherins. Except maybe world hunger. But it still made Nat feel better.

"If you're not going to shoot them, at least sit around and let us." She knew she wanted to. She could pretend to be all mature and whatever. He knew that game. He'd been playing it for years, pretending that he was going to have a chance at Head Boy. But the further away that was seeming to get, the more he wished he had enjoyed the crazy instead of trying to make his friends not get in to a lot of trouble. Trouble was way more fun.