Not quite at the entrance of the common room, Nico stopped and slumped against the wall, reaching his hand into his pocket and pulling out the vial. He eyed the liquid contained therein and frowned thoughtfully. There was something that felt a little off about him of all people having the intention to give this potion to somebody- since he'd never needed anything like it before.

But he wasn't doing it for him, he was doing it for Kitten. She needed help and he was possibly the only person able to give it to her; that and the fact that he wasn't sure quite what would have happened if he had of said no to Intern Trelawney.

He sighed and straightened a little, unstoppering the vial and watching as a tiny whisp of steam rose in a spiral. Hesitating slightly he brought it up to his face and tentatively sniffed at the liquid.

A well-stocked apothecary...

Fresh snow...

warm caramel...

He restoppered the vial and shoved it in his pocket. So she had changed it. He closed his eyes tightly and rubbed at his signet ring until the images of her had slid out of his mind again.

Could he do this? To Anna..? Would she understand in the long run? Did he care?

Yes. He cared. They had grown to be friends after all.

Still caught in his dilemma, Nicholai remained motionless, leaning casually against the wall of the corridor with his eyes closed.