Aeryl will take a quick inspection of the brown vial, having heard the others comments on the green one as he saunters over to the fight brewing in the corner.
Fenris:
[sblock]You verify that the green one is indeed a potion of CLW. The brown one you recognize to be a potion of darkvision - although it looks much more concentrated, more potent than you've seen before.[/sblock]
Having worked out what the first potion is Jem puts it away with a satisfied nod. The second one he gazes at lovingly, a beatific smile spreading across his face, for a few moments before putting it with the first. Looking up he sees the impending squabble and rushes over excitedly to get a good vantage point from which to watch.
The words hit Kieran between the eyes. Usually when a student has gotten uppity with him, a small show of force would be enough to get them to cower in fear... however this halfling has show amazing resiliance to the big kid's threats. Kieran and Clipper stare at each other for a few seconds... and finally, Kieran comes to a conclusion that probably this one has a bit more chutzpa in him than the average wizarding student. He gives a smirk, nods in appreciation of Clipper's strength of character, and then puts him back down on his feet.
'You got fort, guy... I'll give you that. Okay, I forgive you.'
He reaches out and puts an arm around Clipper's shoulder.
'Stick with me, Clipper... and you'll go far at this school. Now let's go find the prof's little do-hickey.'
He turns around and sees the rest of their little study group staring at them watching what was supposed to be a vicious fight. Kieran's eyes narrow and he goes into deep-voice, intimidation mode.
'All right bozos!!! What are standing around for?!? We got a game to win and a thingamabob to find!!! Let's go!!! Where we going?!? Who's team captain for this play?!?'
"What's all the racket out here?" Fairbairn yells down the hall. "There'll be no skylarkin' in my hallway! Now get your lazy carcasses down to the sub-basement before I rescind your authorization!" He slams the door shut again.
Clipper, not exactly happy with Kieran, but not about to gut him with a knife either, doesn't pull away from his arm around his shoulder. "Ah! The sub-basement!" he says and shuffles off in that direction. Once in the sub-basement, he'll start looking for a door marked #23.