Tom Riddle and the Cold of Snot

His nose was dripping. Drip, drip, drip. It was running down his face and pooling above his upper lip. He wiped it off, smearing it across his sleeve. He stared angrily at the offending snot, already coagulating on the fabric.

It was all quite disgusting, to be sure. The red, runny nose; the hoarseness and coughing; the sweating and the chills; the dizziness that made him feel weak and nauseated. Even though Master Sling's Pepper-Up Potion helped instantly, he felt unsettled by the entire ordeal whenever it happened.

Tom Riddle hated having a cold. It reminded him of being human.

(It's weird. I know. They ALL are. Just go with it.)