<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Eikichi_Characters_53-3.png) </div><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002044#msg14002044)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Wizard Robes<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wands</strong>: Laurel, Dragon, 14 inches, Fairly Flexible<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 4<sup>rth</sup>year.<br/><strong>Date</strong>: September 18, 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Potion Lab<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Checking something interesting<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Reyna - Closed<br/><hr/>Nathaniel hadn’t bothered to put on goggle, or any other form of protection. Why would he? He might have<em>only</em>gotten an A in Potions but that had more to do with his nasty habit of flirting than his potionry. Personally, he was wishing he had bombed the class, but that meant being excluded from the Potion Club. The problem with his knowledge in potionry meant that if his side business was discovered there were only a handful of students with the potion smarts to cook up some of the trinkets he’d crafted. That put Nathaniel on a short-list, and he really hated making it easy for people to single him out.<br/><br/>Regardless, the real reason he hadn’t worn any protection had less to do with his arrogance and a lot more to do with the fact that he had only come down to tease and mess with some unsuspecting dolts. Even now, sitting with Reyna, he didn’t think he needed anything protective to just flirt and mess with her a bit. Though, that thought was rapidly changing as the condition of her cauldron continued to bubble and deteriorate.  Her swat to his hand was ignored, instead favoring to focus on the fact that she was actually digging into her text book rather than looking at her cauldron for an answer. More importantly, he was wondering what exactly the little witch was up to with her potion. As far as he could tell the potion didn’t resemble anything similar to the pots for Boils, Forgetfulness, or Herbicide.<br/><br/>After a slight bit of fidgeting Nathaniel stood up from the seat he’d just taken and instead made his way over to Reyna’s side of the table. Not just so that he was out of a certain blast zone, but also because sitting beside her was more likely to provide better methods to tease her. Though, there was some apprehension about teasing her when he had no idea what exactly she’d done to the cauldron. It was right around the time that she started stirring the ladle, only for it to snap, that Nathaniel decided to pipe up again.<em>"Do you really want to call.. that.. under control?"</em>There was the slightest bit of amusement to his otherwise exasperated tone as he cast a glance down into the Potions book she was peering over to try and get an idea of what exactly she had been ‘attempting.’ Of course since she didn’t look up, she wouldn’t notice him over her shoulder, though she might notice when he stared to speak as his hot breath rolled across the back of her ear.<br/><br/><em>"Since you asked.. I was just roaming around having a bit of fun. Though. I think now I’m going to have to help a certain first year with my ‘superior potion skills’ before she ends up losing a finger.. or a hand."</em>There was a slight snort from Nathaniel as he slightly pressed his hand across her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her up from the text book while simultaneously giving a slight nudge of his hips for her to scoot over. If she tried to reach for the book, or for any more ingredients, she’d be met with him taking her hand into hers, interlocking their fingers, and holding her hands between them as he began properly reading over the page to see what she had been attempting.<em>"Plus, I’m helping whether you like it or not. So, you’ll just need to simmer down and accept it. You might want to consider helping me by telling me what ‘exactly’ you decided to put in."</em>Unlike her, after taking a cursory glance over the page Nathaniel lifted his gaze up to look at her. Really, look at her. To the point that the gleam in his eyes, when he cast his gaze on her, would be rather apparent.