Eventually she stopped the whole opening her mouth thing. Good job too, because she looked rather silly doing it. Fishy indeed. It was she meant to shut up for good...or just about that? She looked at him meekly.

In that moment, she almost receded in age. To a hapless thirteen or fourteen year old. She had never properly done the 'going out' thing. Or boys, for that matter. Sure, she'd been with Elan for a while. But that was in such different circumstances. She felt so inexperienced, so clueless as to what to do or say. All she had was heavy laden guilt, and a confuddled brain. Was this what 'young love' was all about? Was it real? Or had she just been drawn in with the moment?

She just didn't know.

They. Third person. Not we, as Slytherins. If she hadn't been quite so distraught about the situation, Nia would have picked up on that subtlety. It would probably a good thing she didn't though, as if she thought he regretted what he'd done, it would make her feel so much worse. If that was possible. She felt pretty horrendous already.

He was probably right. Even outside of this...mess. She did have a tendency to be annoyed at herself over the smallest of things, and yes - they were often things she couldn't help. Sometimes it made her better. Pushed her on. But more often it remained a weakness. She gave him an shy smile, unsure what to say. Maybe she needed someone to help coax her out of her shell, to give her some self confidence. She'd been confident as a youngster - too much so. It was easy, against her twin. But on coming to Hogwarts, it was different. And maybe now she was realising she'd gone quite so far the other way. In certain areas at least. Maybe not so much on the Quidditch pitch - but then the support of her team and the Captaincy had a huge influence on that at the beginning of her sixth year.

Returning from those thoughts, Nia looked at him, confused by his words. She wasn't sure what kinds of things others had made him do, but she hadn't meant to make him kiss her, if that's what he meant. But he gave her a pointed look, and she wondered if she'd got the gist wrong. That he was putting as much of it on himself. He shouldn't do that. And despite him telling her to shut up earlier, she opened her mouth to protest. "Only because I started it... If it's not my fault, it's certainly not yours...you shouldn't have to deal with the consequences."

Shouldn't. But of course he'd have to. She'd have to live with the knowledge of the outcome too. Maybe if she could explain...?

"Of course I'm not, we're in a room full of teen - " she replied, before she'd fully comprehended what he'd said. You were just the first one to realise it. The words played in her head, and her eyes widened as she realised what he might be implying. "First one?" she repeated, barely audible.

No. She wasn't going to believe that. The hairs on her arms stood on end. He... No, she'd interpreted it wrong. There was no way...

She rubbed her hands up and down her arms some more, before shaking her head. The wings would be a issue. And she didn't want them or his shirt damaged. "I've got my wand...I'm not bad at heating charms if I need one." She didn't believe it'd help the cause of her shivering, anyway. She wasn't exactly sure what would, other than perhaps one of his hugs. And her finding out that this was all a bad dream.