<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 now understood why there was a bright yellow sign on the Potions’ wall. It was positioned in such a way that everyone who walked into the practice room could not miss it. In a few short words, it advised wanna-be alchemist, such as herself, to don their lab coats and protective goggles prior to mixing their concoctions. She had read the sign and dismissed it...like an idiot.<br/><br/>Now, she was dying for some protection from the foul smoke coming from the cauldron. It not only smelled like an expulsion of odor from an adult skunk’s behind but the actual smoke burned her eyeballs.<br/><br/>“Fuck,” Renya growled as she waved her hand through the air in effort to clear away the smog. Stubbornly, she kept up the stirring motion with her other hand, determined not to let the potion go balls up.<br/><br/>The failing potion kept her from realizing right away that someone else had enteredinto the room. Only when a hand touched her side did Renya realize she was no longer alone. The inappropriate manner in which the person revealed themselves startled her enough to elicit a short yelp from her mouth.<br/><br/>Instinctively, Renya recoiled from the unfamiliar touch. The potion lost importance with this blatant intrusion into her personal space.  She whirled around to confront whomever had the balls to touch her like that. Eyes blazing and fists clenched at her sides, she opened her mouth to spew out obscenities in whatever language came quickest to her infuriated mind.<br/><br/>At least, that was what she intended to do until she realized it was him. Reyna relaxed visibly...a little. Of course it was Nathaniel. Who else lacked the instinct to protect themselves from fire? That and he was one of the few guys in Hogwarts who saw her as something other than a good sports player.<br/><br/>“Don’t tease, arsehole,” Renya huffed out the insult when Nate pointed out the obvious.<br/><br/>Her hands remained balled up but not because she was going to punch him in the nose. Doing so kept her from touching her cheek like an idiot. Renya could not control how her treacherous cheeks brightened at his touch nor how her stomach did flips at seeing him but she could make sure he was never certain of how she felt about him.<br/>The hell was it with him? He’d been this way with her since the first time they’d met at his parents’ get together.<br/>Get together was not the right descriptor. What his family created each year was nothing short of magical, filled with decadent food and bejeweled purebloods. Their balls were reminiscent of a painting from the Victorian age, a time where everyone had their place in society and respected it for fear of punishment or ostracization. It was no surprise that Renya felt out of place at them.<br/><br/>Reyna pushed Nate’s hand away. She exerted a similar force to what a parent might use with a misbehaving child rather than how she might respond to a stranger or someone who roused her temper.  She slapped his hand from the cauldron before he could touch it, not wanting him to burn himself.<br/><br/>“If you must know,” Reyna flashed him her brattiest smile. “I have this potion situation under control.”<br/><br/>She gripped the wooden ladle once more and tried to resume stirring. Only...the ladle snapped in half. Determined to figure out her mistake by herself, Reyna killed the fire and leaned over her text book. Her eyebrows scrunched together as she reread the instructions.<br/><br/>"What are you up to?" She asked without looking up at him. "I know you weren't just hunting for a first year to help with your superior potion skills."