SPOILER!!: just pretend the greens match pls pls pls; this is killing me
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Felixir 
Upon hearing Grantham's voice, Nem turned their head to look at her in such away that most of the lower half of their face stayed effectively mufflered in the neck of their jacket. They didn't reply right away, not until she was sitting as well.
"'Course I kept it," Nem said, tilting their head up slightly so their voice could be better heard. "What did you think I'd do with it?"
They stayed perfectly still over on their side of the bench, and made no attempt to approach, or enter Grantham's personal space - it wouldn't do to go poking the bear right now. Nem did, however, keep their eyes fixed firmly on her. "You okay?"
Bernie didn't say anything, unusually taciturn for a change. Instead, she slowly peeled back the top half of her mittens, as though she were readying her hands for a fight... but really she was just buttoning the mitten part onto its soft clasp, so the mittens were now fingerless gloves. She then slipped the mittens off entirely and passed them over to Nem.
"You were supposed to have these too," was her nonanswer. "But y'know." A cult had invaded the school, deposed their Headmaster, cut off all communication from the castle, attacked her for her one great idea, tortured her favorite professor, turned the rest into cowards, and basically just ruined her fifth (and most important yet) year.
She could feel Nem's intense eyes on her and turned to lock her own baby blues on theirs with no blinking.
"No. Are you?"