[Nott listens attentively to the story, horror growing on her face as she continues. Suddenly, she wants to get as far away from being associated with poison as possible.]

I'm not like that!! I'd never poison a child! That's so horrible!

[Nott takes a healthy drink of her own, a red drink with inky black bubbles fizzing out of it. She feels like she needs it after that story.]

We're not going to die in the snow. Because, uh, I know someone who can magic up fire whenever he wants.

[She hiccups.]

H-He's very good.