It was that question that made Nerissa realize something wasn’t right- tired or not. If this man knew about what she had done, why on earth didn’t he know what spell she had used? Nerissa’s eyebrows rose, and she backed away a few steps slowly; sure this man had appeared quite kind at first, but now that she thought about where she was, and how old she was, the fact that she could possibly be in danger sunk in, even if it did take a little while for it to do so.
“Who are you, sir? What do you want with me?” she asked quietly, quite surprised and proud as she listened to her voice and didn’t pick up a hint of fear- though she had to bite her lips just to keep them from trembling. “I have a few friends you know, harming me could be a big mistake; there would be a bit too many people wondering where I had go off to,” she explained, her words slipping from her lips foolishly. What if this man wasn’t someone she needed to fear? What would he think of her then?
Nerissa’s head throbbed slightly as a headache brewed in her temple. A headache, added on to an extreme lack of sleep, and Nerissa was feeling quite ill. She brought a hand to her head and pressed hard against the skin above her eyebrows, hoping it would relieve some of the presser she was feeling there. The frequent headaches were something Nerissa had been experiencing ever since her near-death in the Black Lake on Hogwarts grounds. She hadn’t a clue why, but she had been seeing objects in motion in rather curios ways as well. Perhaps the two were related? She shook her head; too many thoughts, too many problems, too little sleep.