This girl was insane. SUPER insane. Like, completely, totally, one hundred percent, marbles all gone, certified nutjob. To the max. At the same time he was wide-eyed and panicking and trying to keep his wand steady, he was also bemoaning his fate for always ending up with the crazies. Did he have a crazy magnet on him? Maybe there was too much iron in his blood. How was one supposed to deal with crazy people? Calm, modulated tone of voice and no sudden movement? Well, he pretty much blew that all to hell already. Perhaps he could salvage it?

"One assignment isn'tgoing todestroy you. You're unbelievable."

“Aiiiiiyp!” he squeaked. Forget about salvaging. It was so on. Well... On-ish. Let’s just say it wasn’t off. “You don’t know that! This might be the only thing keeping me from failing…” He said, snatching at the parchment. He managed to grasp it, but not quickly enough to pull it out of he hands. A short tug of war ensued before the parchment ripped, leaving Nigel stumbling backward with a corner in his hands. Ooh, this girl was soooo on his bad list.

"Violated? You makeitsound like I...forced myselfon you or something."

“You did!” exclaimed Nigel. “I was sitting by myself, minding my own business, and you forced your company on me!” She was like, space-raping him. And there were witnesses. He was pretty sure Professor McG would be on his side. After all, she seemed like the sort of person who would appreciate the rules of personal space and the sacrilege of violating them. “What about this,” he asked, gesturing to himself (defensive posture, back to the wall, wild eyes), “suggests that I am a willing participant in this… discussion?!”

"Defend yourself fromwhat?! I haven't attackedyou!"

“You touched me,” he said, narrowing his eyes at her. He wasn’t about to relax his guard just because she spread her arms out like she meant him no harm. His wand lowered slightly, but he kept his grip tight. “I call that an attack.” This was not going to end well, he feared. Dueling was never his strong point. As she raised her arm again, he jerked his back up to ready position. “Well, I’m not putting mine down first,” he said. “On a count of three?”