It became quite clear to the small girl that her newly-adopted suspicious nature had gotten the best of her; for both accusations, Nick Potter came up with a response that were reasonable enough- or, reasonable to any human being who did not flinch at the sight of a shadow. "Oh," Nerissa responded, momentarily unable to come up with a response that consisted of words beyond a kindergarten level of intelligence. While her mind was at a loss for words, however, she continued to search through every file she had ever stored within her scull in order to disprove Nick's words; it was the new, shattered Nerissa's first response to an explanation to search for the lies in her opponents' words. Every sentence became a battle of wits as she imagined the dark things that Nick could be attempting to cover up; perhaps he had decided that he had had enough homework in Potions, and so, to make the situation ironic, had brewed a poisonous mixture that the Headmaster and Professor of Potions would find in his goblet the next morning.
Nerissa bit her tongue- hard enough to tear a small patch of taste buds and skin from the fleshy thing; the thought of murder always made her jumpy. "NO- wait, I'll do your homework for you; just don't poison any professors- they are simply trying to make an honest living, and I don't know if I would be able to keep quiet for you if got away with it!" the redheaded mouse squealed, her eyes meeting the polished lips of the vial that Nick had jammed in his pocket, which was smirking at her, exposing itself just enough to do so. It did not once cross Nerissa's mind that perhaps the brown-haired boy before her had actually brewed heat producing potions- though, had it, she probably would have had a hard time coming up with an explanation for why, exactly, Potter needed a potion that would provide him with heat.
It was just moments after Nerissa had spoken when Nick had snatched his potion brewing kit up off of the ground and carried it towards Nerissa. Now, at that point, she was certain that Nick had decided that Nerissa knew far too much, and that he had decided, despite their history, to force a vial of poison with her name on it, down her throat- therefore, it took her by surprise when he demonstrated the process of creating the potion, right before her eyes. Having picked up a few things over the past year in Potions class, Nerissa managed to identify the two potions before they were mixed, and it was because of this that she instantly felt her cheeks go a brilliant shade of red, for she realized that she had been wrong about Nick's other, murderous side.
"We studied heating potions at the beginning of the year..." she recalled, though, her voice did not suggest that she was stating something as such for the sake of the conversation, rather, she sounded as though she were offering Nick an apology, and that it was up to him to decide whether or not he would accept it.
"I am curious though, Nick... why do you need heat potions?" The young redhead began as she took the potion that he'd offered her in her two fingers and examined the liquid within the vial; part of her still had not accepted the fact that the mixture had not been brewed with the intention to kill. "It is rather cold out here, but the snow eased up quite a few days ago, and I myself have been laying out here for hours without so much as a shiver," she continued, holding the potion up to the gleaming light of the moon, so to see the actual color of the brew.
"Nerissa, watch out"
She hadn't even had enough time to comprehend what it was that Nick had said by the time she had hit the ground, crushed underneath Nick- though she would have been crushed to a fatal extent had he allowed her to stay where she was. Therefore, it was quite natural for Nerissa to lay silently in-between the crying grass- the poor things were flattened by the combined weight of Nick and Nerissa- and Nick Potter while pondering over the chain of events that had landed her in such a position.
Nick always had been the ambitious hero type, she supposed, recalling the "camping trip" that she and Nick had spent lost in the Forest of Dean. He had mentioned her plant, hadn't he? That had been one of the two sentences that had been lost in the moment of a life-threatening situation, situations which Nerissa found herself in far too often. "He is doing just fine, thank you," Nerissa responded, though she had a feeling that Nick would have a bit of trouble recalling what exactly they had been speaking of before a bleacher-meteor had made its way towards Nerissa's skull.
A bit uncomfortable, Nerissa squirmed like a snake in the grass, only to find that she was pinned to the ground by her "hero". "I'm having difficulty breathing," she admitted, stating her complaint in such a way that made it almost sound comical, though she did not intend to do so. She found herself pinned to the ground by Nick Potter far too often- luckily, Nerissa realized how dirty this thought would sound if spoken aloud, and managed to stop her rapid lips from speaking before making a fool of herself.
She looked upward in an attempt to locate Nick's face in the dark; the shadows of the night had cloaked the pair of them, and she was having trouble seeing anything at all. "You bleed too much," she told him slowly upon spotting the scratch that now ran across his cheek; the sight of Nick's blood bothered her. As a matter-o-fact, it always had after that torturous evening with Ne'Os Emof- which was made apparent by her uncomfortable facial expression.
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