Nia shook her head with a shrug of her shoulders, toying with the idea. "I guess. Though that still doesn't expain why you think I couldn't be." She smiled. "And it's kinda ironic, since with a lack of will I could make you not be able to get tired of me even if you wanted to. Though given immunity, I wonder which would win should I desire the converse?" Her control over his will, or his immunity? Hmm.

Just in case he could read her mind, Nia tried cover up some of her deepest thoughts, instead focusing on the letters tucked away in her trunk. They were secret - but if should find out, then it wouldn't be the end of the world. For all the fact it would probably make her more nervous, she'd appreciate his support too. Far better he know about those, than other thoughts that had run through her mind.

How did one know if someone was reading your mind, anyway? Was there a a 'feeling' of another presence?

"I can try," she answered, though there was a hint of doubt in her voice. He'd leant forward again. Not quite as near to her as before - but still pretty close. He should really stop doing that. A nervousness spread through her, and a tint of pink came to her cheeks. Why though? Just because he was standing so close? It didn't happen when she hugged him.

Maybe it was the whole character. Him, all in black. Masked. Almost sinister as he was trying to discover her darkest secrets. Or any secret. She swallowed slowly.

"Lots of things are important." His eyes weren't giving anything away, so she had absolutely no idea what he was up to. He really was in character. But did that mean he was just playing with her? She assumed he was, was still. "So you've stolen my own secret? That's a bit unfair...now how am I meant to know which one you've taken, if I've no longer got it?" Or maybe she did still have it, and just didn't know it. "What is your game, masked man?"

Perhaps she should follow her heart more often. Sometimes she did - when deciding to go for Pro Quidditch over a less uncertain career path. Throwing away her brains as it were. But usually it was her head that won out. She favoured knowledge and logic more generally. "That could be a pretty dangerous game," she answered, trying not to think of one particular example. "And my head isn't always wrong - it's just not always right either." She nibbled on the inside of her lip. "And when do you know which to go with? Head or heart? Both can be equally right or wrong. Or could be protecting you from something bad."