<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/14/Reyna12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Reyna Pietruszewski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14201548#msg14201548)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Slytherin Uniform (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/10/f0/7e/10f07ea4c4a928d349dccb0988e0d95f.jpg) with black sweat pants underneath skirt<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>9" Blackthorn with Boomslang Venom<br/><strong>House | Year:</strong>Slytherin | First Year<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Monday September 18, 2017 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Potion Lab Room<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Light -<em>That doesn't smell right? &gt;.&gt; </em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nate | Closed<br/><hr/><br/>Reyna did her absolute best to concentrate on the words in her Potions textbook rather than allow herself to be distracted by Nathaniel’s close proximity. When she realized that she’d been reading the same sentence over and over, she called forth the vivid disagreement she’d had with her brother. He’d been pissed after catching her laughing and enjoying Nate’s company at that ball, the one she didn’t want to attend in the first place. The words ‘purist’ and ‘narcassistist’ stood out from the memory.<br/><br/>Lifting her dark brown eyes from the page, Reyna stared at him with an uncertain expression, full lips pouted and eyebrows scrunched close together. Yes, she knew the Wardes had an unpleasant reputation. Yes, his cousin, Zacharias, was a Class A asshole, even to other purebloods.<br/><br/>But why should she judge Nathaniel by other peoples’ actions? He did not pick his family; just like how she hadn’t. Some generations ago, the Pietruszewskis would have been classified as elitist and purist by others. People had the capacity to change, to deviate from what their parents might have instilled inside of them.<br/><br/>Nathaniel’s teasing question made her smile. Reyna rolled her eyes at him and returned her attention to her textbook. She did notice him rise from his seat. A hint of disappointment entered her mind but she pushed it away. If he wanted to find something else to entertain himself with, so be it. She really didn’t need his help nor did she require his company. They’d see each other some other time. Just as that intermonlogue ended, Nathaniel positioned himself right by her rather htan making a beeline to the door.<br/><br/>“How is anyone supposed to learn if they don’t make mistakes first?” Reyna questioned as she pushed back a dark strand of hair which had fallen in front of her eyes. “Don’t pretend, Nate. I know even you mucked up some potions before. I’ve seen the potions you guys are working on in class. It’s not easy stuff.”<br/><br/>The potion, at least, no longer bubbled over the cauldron's rim since Reyna turned off the fire. There was no getting rid of the stench though nor the haze of smoke in the air.<br/><br/>Call her crazy but she felt Nathaniel’s presence behind her long before he opened his mouth and spoke nearby her ear. Reyna swallowed hard and shifted to the side, putting about an arm’s length of space between them.<br/><br/>With the early thoughts nearby within her mind, she winced at his choice of word. Superior. Reyna frowned, more upset with herself than him. Here Nathaniel was, staying in the Potions room to help her despite the less than flowery scent coming from her wrecked concoction and she was...judging him and not in a favorable way.<br/><br/>“I’d sooner slap you across the face than blow my hand off,” Reyna said with a prideful glint in her eyes. There was no denying that her potion was jacked but it wasn’t that horrible. “Besides, even if something like that did happen, not that it would have, the school nurse would just magic it back on.”<br/><br/>Reyna did not bother trying to keep him from taking the book since she was well aware of his stubbornness. This was not a battle she was willing to engage.<br/><br/>“Um…” Reyna tried to recall the exact amount of ingredients she’d tossed into the pot. Rather than go over all of them, she pointed to the ingredient list for Curing boils. “All of that. Definitely tossed in some slugs. Live, mind you.” Saying that reminded her of the reason why she was standing here alone rather than with her friend. She’d need to apologize later. “Anyway, before we do anything, that needs to go.” Reyna pointed to the nonredeemable mess in her cauldron. “So why don’t you show off your superior spell casting abilities and make it disappear?”