Out and About in the middle of the night

[Nick Potter]

Nick woke up in cold sweats just a month after arriving at hogwarts. Was it nerves? no it couldent have been. "I need some air probilly" Nick said to himself as he sprung up from his bed in the Gryiffendor dorms. Nick went to his cupboard and put on his "muggle wear" under his Gryifindor robes. As Nick left Hogwarts and entered the grounds he found himself alone surronded by torches.

"Whats happening to me is it a sickness or what" Nick thought to him self as he took out his wand and cast " Lumos Solem" so he could see better around him.

[Nerissa Hatts]

The air was cold as it filtered through Nerissa’s lungs, each breath a sharp thorn in her side as she lay with her legs relaxed outward upon the bleacher on which she was laying, so that she took up the entire wooden thing, with her head at the other end. Her ankles were crossed, but she wore nothing on her feet to protect them from the cold, October weather other than her navy-blue, Ravenclaw spirit socks, which were drenched, due to the grass which she had had no other choice but to walk through in order get outside of the castle; many of the beings that lived within the large place had decided to go to their dorms to sleep, but the remainder of them had still been walking about the halls, talking in groups while they dodged the watchful eyes of the professors, which would have certainly deduct points if they had been caught walking about the castle after the sun had already set.

It had been those very students, who chose to disobey the rules in order to have that one last conversation before bed- that one last laugh in order to feel as if they had done something worthwhile during the day- that Nerissa had chosen to break the rules herself in order to avoid- and so she lay upon the same splintering wooden bleachers that many students sat upon during the day to watch the more sports-obsessed children practice on their brooms within the air… Nerissa could almost hear the cheers of the ghosts of the young boys and girls, whom had sat in that very spot, though she could not identify the words which they were shouting at the top of their lungs- laughing at the end of each sentence.

Her eyes, they laced the stars together as if it were actually possible for her to connect each with the next by simply skimming her dull-in-color eyes over them- until they fell downward, skimming along the horizon, where the dark sky came together with the ground below…

However, upon shifting her gaze in such a way, Nerissa spotted someone that she hadn’t expected to see- to be quite honest with herself, she hadn’t expected to see anyone other than the dancing stars overhead and the nature around her. Nick Potter had stepped onto the field with a lit wand held out in front of him, and she was sure, despite the incredible distance between them, that she could hear his footsteps each time he moved forward. She shifted her weight, pushing herself upward upon her elbows so that she was leaning upon her arms in a half-sitting position in order to peer in his direction; she could see his face clearly, and it had never been like Nick to pass up an opportunity to wander about oddly during evening hours, but he was one of the people Nerissa hadn't seen any trace of since her previous year at the school of magic- and it was for that reason that she wished to get a closer look.

Nick Potter was one of the people Nerissa would do anything to avoid, despite the connections she felt she had with him and the others… because he was a link to the past, and the young, damaged redhead would do anything to rid herself of her past completely.

[Nick Potter]

Nick had just kept walking until he found a flat service in the cold grounds of Hogwarts. What was he doing here? Nobody knew what except for him. Nick turned around because he felt another presence. Nick turned around and saw nobody. Instead he pulled out something shiny out of his pocket then he felt around for a soft spot in the ground. After feeling the soft spot he dug something up a bunch of Bottles filled with diffrent color liquids.

The items he dug out of the ground was a Potions kit. After Nick started mixing the Potions toger he said "No matter what I will always be hat kid who messes with potions and cant get a date" after saying that he just kept mixing the potions. Finally after finishing the potion the color was gold, A honey gold auctally. "Hmm now to see if it works" Nick told himself quietly with a feeling that somebody was still watching him.Nik pulled out a spoon from his pocket then he stuck it in th potion and took a drink the drink made him warm inside and outside. The Potion Nick had made was a Heating Potion, A Potion Nick himself made.

[Nerissa Hatts]

The silence was kept, save the small tinkling noises that could be heard across the field when the small vials that Nick had dug from the dirty underground knocked against the box they were kept within, which Nerissa couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from; the Gryffindor, he had pulled that wooden box to the surface as easily as grass could be torn from the ground- the mental image sent a shiver down her spine, chilling the rocky bones that linked together, withstanding years of abuse- and he had located the spot where they had originally been buried with just as much ease. Nerissa had once grown used to the odd actions of the eccentric Nick Potter, but they had spent quite a deal of time apart, and therefore, his odd, almost jittery movements were as foreign to her eyes as ever. He was just another alien- one of the many that built up the crowds within Hogwarts… the only difference was, Nerissa knew this one’s name and could recognize his face despite the shadows that the moonlight had thrown down upon the grounds of Hogwarts.

She shifted her weight once more, rocking on her backside for a moment before swinging her legs in a circular motion so that they would fall off of the bleachers, where she had lay comfortably only moments prior; she wanted a closer look at the potions the boy across the grassy field was fingering... With another push from her arms, she leapt from the wooden bench and had efficiently launched herself forward to land a few feet below in the tall grass, which she swore had caressed her skin the moment she had landed upon it. Her plan had been to catch her balance before landing, thus landing on her feet in the end- however, she had swung a bit too roughly forward and had ended up on her stomach with her palms flat to the cold, wet ground when gravity had once again claimed her.

Nerissa had stayed there like that for quite some time; she had made quite a bit of noise when she had jumped from the bleachers, and she feared that Nick would hide the potions underground once more when he noticed that he was not alone- and so she lay in the grass for what felt like a fortnight, the front of her robes clinging to her skin as the tall blades of grass transferred the small droplets of rain that had clung to each from themselves to her clothing, probably thinking they were doing Nerissa a favor by doing so- water only came around when the clouds were feeling depressed, and though that felt like every day of the year to Nerissa, she was not foolish enough to assume that such creatures as blades of grass were able to determine the difference between an hour, a day, or even a month, despite her beliefs that plants were more intelligent than the human beings she was forced to interact with every day of her life. Here you are, little girl, have a drink of water, they offered.

The young redhead inhaled a deep breath of oxygen- despite the fact that she was so close to the very things that provided her with the oxygen she breathed, she had begun to feel suffocated with her face pressed so very close to the ground- and used all of her strength to push herself upward as she crawled to her feet; Nerissa could hear Nick’s voice from where she was, but she was not yet close enough to hear the words that were drifting from his lips and dancing upon the chilled evening air- but would she dare to get nearer to such a dangerous creature?

[Nick Potter]

Nick's Potion had created heat. Of course heat can't be created but Nick made artifical heat. The potion had worked so he stucka few vials in his pocket just because he thought in whould come in handy. A couple minutes later Nick heared movement so he moved where he thought he heard it from. When nick found who it was he didnt believe who it was. It was a red headded girl with the name of Nerissa Hatts.

Usually when Nick had saw her his knees felt like jelly and he was quieter around her. Not because he was embarressd to be with her but because he likes her. But that didnt happen this time he was just wondering why she was here. So the words that that came out of his mouth were "Hi Nerissa what are you doing" Nick had not been able to say anything else. When nick's Googles had fogged up he toke them off leaving this ring around his eyes that looked funny.

[Nerissa Hatts]

With squinted eyes Nerissa peered across the field that she and Nick shared, watching him like a hawk as he gathered two or more vials from the mysterious box, and dropped the vials within his pocket; Nerissa had become somewhat skilled in the area of potions over her years at Hogwarts due to her interest in plant life, which was a large portion of what potions were made of, and could not rid herself of the curiosity she felt as she listened to the sound of the glass vials bumping against each other, rattling from within the pocket Nick had hidden them within. She had prepared to inch forward to get a better look; perhaps the color of the potions would enable her to take a few guess- but Nick had spotted her, and his sudden, demanding words had startled Nerissa, causing her to jump out of her skin, “Hi Nerissa , what are you doing”.

You’ve been caught playing hide-&-seek.

Nerissa dropped her eyes to the grass beneath her feet, as if she were ashamed of her actions despite the fact that she felt no such emotion; no, she felt like a young child being scolded for her misbehavior, and it agitated her that she had not been able to get any closer than ten feet to Nick without him realizing he wasn’t alone. “I could ask you the very same question,” she retorted, but her voice sounded much too quiet and small and made her seem as if she were being cautious, despite the strangth she had wanted to be heard in her words. “Did you steal those?” she continued despite the fact that she had been betrayed by her voice; she wished to have the questions that were nagging her within her mind, answered, even if she were not able to obtain those answers on her own.

“You’ve begun taking enchanted drugs now have you?” She asked, though she was only fishing for an answer, which she expected to receive due to the guilt that she was so sure Nick would feel upon being caught in the act of downing mysterious potions, which he had kept hidden. However, Nerissa really wasn’t one to talk, what with how many pain relieving potions she had been brewing as of late in order to rid herself of her the migraines which she frequently suffered from, not to mention her dependency on the antipsychotics she had been proscribed. The one thing that separated their actions was that Nerissa had a valid reason for taking every medication and potion that she had; but for all she knew, Nick could have been in perfect health and had simply abandoned his common sense.

[Nick Potter]

When Nerissa had asked Nick what he was doing he didnt know how to respond. "Um I'm making potions" Nick didnt know how to respond to that question because he hadnt expected her to say that. When Nerissa had opened her mouth again he had thought she was going to awnser him. He was wrong. "No I didnt steal them, I bought them at Diagon Ally, Im no theif belive me" Nick told her, Nick really couldent belive that she whould ask a question like that.

"Enhanted Drugs really now they are my own creation they are heat potions" Nick had awnsered her in a smart aleck tone that didnt suit him. And that was when the quietnesss set in. Nick had looked up at the moon. I was full just as the calender had said. After looking at the moon he had went over to his potions kit and brought it over to where Nerissa and he were just befire he moved. "See look you just mix this one and this one and it becomes cold, When you add theese and this potion it becomes heat" Nick had told her as he put the potion in a vial and put it in her hands. "You can try if you want" Nick had offered her quietly after cleaning the materials. Then Nick had remembered their adventure if you could call it that, in the forest of dean. "So do you still have that plant" Nick had asked her as he waited for a response.

When Nick looked up again he noticed the bleachers that hovered above them were coming down, No they were cracked and a huge chunk fell from them. When Nick had noticed that it was coming to land right on top of Nerissa he said "Nerissa watch out" then he had pushed her and the sharp piece and gashed his face leaving a bloody scratch on his face. "Are you ok" Nick had asked her because she almost got killed from the sharp piece that almost impaled her head.


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[Nerissa Hatts]

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.

[Nick Potter]

Nick hadent even realised that he was still on top of Nerissa. When he heared her breathing remarkhe had wanted to get up but he couldent, Not Yet. I have Perception Sometimes I can tell how you feel about somebody, Not just you though I can do it to everybody. Then he did soething he couldent stop himself from doing even if he wanted to. He kissed her. Then he was able to get off of her. After he stood up his cheecks turned red but he was hoping it was to dark for her to see. Then they sat there in Silence.

Silence

Then she had spoken. When Nick had heared her response about killing somebody, Espically a Professor he had given her a quizzical look as to wonder why she had thought that. "Um dont worry the professor knows im developing this brew he even gave me clearance and a list of supplies" Nick had told her "and I get all O's" Nick added quickly. It wasent to defy her It was just to let her know that, then he slid a piece of parchment to her with his grades on it.

"I need a heat potion because,well thats why" Nick had told her then pointed to a pack of wolves approaching them. "Now to throw them" Nick said o he. He had taken of his Shoes, Socks, Coat, and Pants (Unlike most boys his age Nick wore Shorts underneath) and threw them in all diffrent directions also making the wolfs dissappear, But also showing a boy in just Shorts and a t-shirt with snow coming up to his bare ankles. "Any Other Questions?" Nick asked her as he drank his potion.

[Nerissa Hatts]

Nerissa had been kissed before- it was an unbelievable fact, but she had indeed dated a few boys throughout her time at Hogwards- but it had been before she had become a human lie detector, questioning every tiny flinch, when she had allowed someone to come that close to her. In fact, she had become accustomed to spending her time as far away from other human beings as possible. Unfortunately for Nerissa, due to this antisocial (look up the real meaning, stalkers) behavior, she had become quite unfamiliar with the simplest of human emotions. Emotions such as embarrassment, confusion, frustration- all of which began to suffocate her the moment Nick's rough lips abruptly came in contact with her own. In fact, for a moment, she had become so preoccupied with the fact that she hadn't actually spent enough time around plants to have become one, that she stayed where she was, lying in the soggy grass while her personal space was invaded by Nick Potter.

This moment of complete confusion, however, ended shortly after it started, and Nerissa, as if being slapped in the face by the sudden loss of the heat that Nick being so near had provided, suddenly became aware of what had happened. "N-nick!" Nerissa stuttered, frustration becoming the dominate feeling, "Warn a person before you get off with them, yeah?" Her voice wasn't nearly as scolding as she had intended it to- in fact, she sounded quite amusing- but she got her sentence across, and that alone was an accomplishment for a flustered Nerissa Hatts. She had peeled herself from the ground, but when she came face-to-face with a blushing Nick, she found herself using all the restraint that she had in order to swallow her laughter; Nerissa had never seen the boy blush, and it didn't exactly suit him.

Knowing the Potter boy, Nerissa really should have expected him to further the awkwardness that hung in the chilled evening air, and yet it came as an almost fatal shock when he stripped down to nothing but his underwear and t-shirt, flinging each article of clothing in a different direction. "You're mad!" she squealed; the boy may have had a bit of heat potion to drink, but that certainly didn't mean that he could go running around at night in nothing but his boxer shorts. It was as she fallowed a pair of flying pants with her eyes, however, when she met the dark, merciless eyes of an Alpha wolf, who was only a mere couple of yards away. "Oh," she whispered, her fear quite evident. She was becoming quite worn out by the rollercoaster of events that Nick had brought along with him, and was having trouble staying on her feet.

She was in dire need of her psych meds, but as she dipped her clammy fingers into one of the pockets of her uniform, it became quite clear that fate held a grudge against her for having escaped Ne'Os. "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear..."