It wasn't like he was some kind of white knight or something, charging in to save the damsel in distress. After all, he had a reputation to keep up, didn't he? It wasn't the girl who looked on the verge of tears that Nick stopped for, it wasn't the anguished expression with which she bit her lip to hold it in place which spurred him to action. For one, she was old enough to know sticks and stones and even if she wasn't, people have to learn to take care of themselves. What got to him were the looks on the other faces, the looks of which he'd spent too much time on the receiving end. A long time ago, he might've been the one biting his lip, but people have to learn to take care of themselves, and Nick had learned plenty well. Now, it was time for them to learn a thing or two. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and approached the crowd of girls, essentially circling vultures transfigured into well-dressed human form, that had formed around their victim. Even if he hadn't heard an obnoxiously sing-songy "Mudblood," it would have been an easy enough guess that the trio of vultures were purebloods and the sad little girl on the floor was not.

As his easy, swaggering saunter brought him within their radar, Nick put on his best charming smile. "Sorry for the bother, but I've had this question that, for the life of me, I just can't suss out." First step to properly taking the piss out of anyone was to get their honest interest, so they looked even more the fool when you made a fool of them. Unable to pass up even the most dubious opportunity to prove they knew more than you did, the trio of girls turned their heads to Nick. "Purebloods are the toast of the social elite, right? Butterflies what never even had to go in cocoons," he had them, now, "So, when you throw your fancy galas, what do you lot talk about?" His tone took a sudden shift at the last question, going from ingratiating to scathing on the hook of a comma. "Because, honestly, I can't imagine anything more boring."

The rest of the hallway seemed to focus in on the little spectacle, all at once; the one girl getting teased was just the food chain, something people came to ignore. This was different. Well, if he'd made himself the center of attention, he might as well put on a show. "I figure it goes a little something like this," Nick said, clearing his throat. He tucked a hand into the lapel of his robe and straightened out his posture, affecting the stance of an 18th-century gentleman before, in the most obnoxiously posh voice he could manage, saying "Huuuulllo, Sarah. Say, you are a pureblood, aren't you?" Now he took a small step sideways, and turned to face where he had been standing a moment before, putting his hands on his hips and affecting an equally obnoxious feminine voice. "Why, yes, James, of caaaws I am." Shifting back to the place and pose of "James," he continued his little dialogue. "Oh, splendid, splendid. We're much better than those half-bloods, you know," hands on his hips, he responded "Oh, of cawwws, James. And, it goes without saying, better than those filthy mudbloods." A few of the more daring witnesses chuckled a little under their breaths while the trio steamed, still uncertain where his pantomime was going.

"Yes, yes, it goes without saying, indeed," Nick said in his James voice before pausing, awkwardly, and staring at his shoes. "Well, hm. Do you know any other types of bloods there are, Sarah?" He said, after some thought. "I'm not sure, James. Are there three-quarter bloods?" he asked, to some audible laughter. "No, Sarah, alas, for all our boundless erudition and superiority, the purebloods never could get a good handle on Fractions. Some say it's the centuries of in-breeding," Even the girl on the floor who'd been about to cry seemed to cheer up at that one. "Ah! I've got it," Nick said, hamming it up for all he was worth, chewing the scenery like it was the only food he had, "The muggles have a street gang called the bloods. I'm certain we're better than those hooligans. 'Yes, James, certainly we are superior to those ignoble ruffians.'" Looking down at his feet again, Nick let another long, awkward pause pass in his one-man show, before resuming, "Well, I suppose that's about it, then. I'm off to have the same conversation with Lucy over there," he pointed to one of the girls to the amusement of much of the crowd. "Capital, James, I think I shall have our exact conversation with Alasdair," he finished, pointing to one of the boys in the crowd who looked less-than-pleased.

When the laughter subsides into murmuring, it's time to stop or drive the point home. He'd has his fun, now came the serious part. Slouching back to his normal stance, hands stuffed in pockets, Nick returned to his own voice. "I mean, really, don't you lot ever talk about anything but your blood? Like, are you high society ladies, or a goth poetry group? First rule of writing is show don't tell, and I keep hearing and hearing how you're better than all of us, but I haven't seen a sodding think besides your lips flap for hours on end about how bloody great you are. I bet a know some muggleborns what get better marks than the lot of you, I'm sure I know some who could wipe the floor with you in a duel, you've got about the conversational acumen of a broken record. Some come on then, what have you got?" Nick looked to the girl on the floor, then back up to the three who'd been terrorizing her, "Looks to me like all you had was three on one, and now haven't got that, have you?" Nick put on a lupine grin to punctuate the sentence, the kind of feral smile that lets your prey know you have them cornered and you're just waiting to strike. "Well, ladies? I'm waiting for my answer."

Whenever just about anything happened in the halls of Hogwarts, there were always plenty of witnesses to most occurrences. It just so happened that Addison had been walking on the third floor when she heard a bunch of pureblood snobs making fun of a young muggleborn girl, with the dreaded term mudblood floating around. Being a muggleborn herself, the snobs' words hit home to her as well. If the group of girls didn't particularily like muggleborns, they didn't have to announce it to the whole castle. But, it was a rather sad occurrence in Hogwarts, even now. Despite how personal that bullying felt to her, she would have stepped in for the girl's defense. Just as she was about to do do, a rather unlikely person put it upon himself to stock the bullying himself.

Nick, a Slytherin, went out on a limb and essentially speaking berated their lifestyle, which she personally agreed with his points. There were purebloods, who quite frankly, did not deserve to be at Hogwarts. While others like her, muggleborns pointedly, worked their butts off to prove their acceptance into Hogwarts. It was a rather strange idea in her opinion, but that was how the magical school worked. It was something that she would have to put up with, after all. Nevertheless, the blood purity sensitivity appeared to not want to go away.

Addison watched, from her spot within the crowd, as Nick continued his montage. She let out several giggles during the rather funny portions of his big speech, all of which were true. She had never been knowledgeable on the high society lifestyle that the pureblood snobs lived. It always seemed rather foreign to her. Even when she lived as a muggle, her family wasn't rich. They were slightly higher than middle class, but certainly not rich. So, it was certainly not a lifestyle that she could fully emulate herself. Of course, how Nick was able to do that, she wouldn't have a clue.

When Nick finally ended his criticisms on the pureblood girls, a smile appeared on her face. It was always nice to hear people stick up for muggleborns. She was, quite frankly, proud to be a muggleborn. Despite not growing up with magic, she knew that she could survive no matter where she was. Some of the pureblood elitists would find that hard. "I'd love to see them live among muggles," she interjected, while stepping forward to near where Nick was standing.

Jack was running from History of Magic and decided to come back to sanity. Oh how he hated the class. Not the teacher of course but the stuff he learns. When skipping in a boy like fashion up to the 3rd floor he saw 3 girls swarming some innocent girl. He could hear from the way they talked they were pure blood snobs.

He began to grind his teeth. The one thing he hated were stuck up children. He ran to the girls but stopped in the crowd after seeing a fourth year intervene. He was a Slytherin! Usually its not like that but people do have a good side of them. He began to listen to his speech, not sure of what his point was but went along with it, laughing at the funny parts and even taking note of what he said.

When he was finished with the comedic part he began to attack the girls. Jack got really excited, they deserved it. At the girl they were picking on was fine now. He heard Addison shout ,"I'd love to see them live among muggles," the fire he felt for the girls grew more, he couldn't hold back any longer," Yeah, let them feel how it is to be normal."
He knew being a first everyone would stare at him but he didn't care.