The third week of October began with the return of the sun, which had been quite discreet since the beginning of the month. Even if it was still early, several students had already taken place in the Defense against the Dark Arts class classroom, waiting for professor Merrythought. Everyone was chatting enthusiastically as if the bright sun shining outside the large windows had given them an unexpected boost of energy.
Eve and Yasmina sat next to each other and opened their books. "Have you completed the essay on the patronus charm?" the blonde demanded.
"Not yet. I was taken with the Transfiguration one. What about you?"
"Nah, I was thinking of doing it this afternoon. Do you want to come to the library with me?"
"Yes, why not. We might as well –" Yasmina interrupted mi-sentence. A black leather bag was suddenly thrown onto her desk. To her great displeasure, Riddle casually sat on her desk next to his bag.
"Can I talk to you?"
She put his bag on the floor. "No, you can't. Go away."
He didn't move and ignored the threatening glance she sent him. His gaze fell on Eve instead and he put on a friendly smile. "Hello Murphy, how are you? Please, can you get me one of the books on the shelves in the front? I forgot mine. I would be very grateful." He had asked so kindly that Eve didn't have a choice. She rose and left, leaving the two Head students alone, but not without looking over her shoulder while walking away.
Yasmina sighed. "What do you want?"
"What's wrong?" He grinned when she met his eyes. "Didn't you have a great time when we saw each other last Saturday?"
Yasmina thought about the great afternoon they had in the Three Broomsticks two days ago and the laughs she had shared with the three Slytherins. Then, her mind skipped to the part in the dark, deserted corridor when he pressed his body on hers, holding her captive against the wall. She revived all her emotions that crossed her at that moment: fear, anger, confusion, anticipation, arousal.
It took her several seconds to realise that she wasn't controlling her mind and that those repressed thoughts were buried far too deep for her to think about them so vividly. Riddle got out of her mind with an innocent smile. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
Yasmina looked furiously for her wand in her bag. "How dare you!" She noticed several heads turning toward them so she started whispering. "Entering in my mind, like that, without warning! How dare you!"
"Come on, there was nothing in there I didn't already know."
What angered her most was the fact that he had used Legilimency without even needing his wand. She was also furious with herself, because of her reaction that night. She hated how vulnerable it made her. She tried to content her temper, but her angriness was too much to handle. "That doesn't give you the right to do it! You're a jerk! The next time you try to read my mind, Riddle, you'll end up in the infirmary."
"I thought I made myself clear about you threatening me."
"Yeah, well don't think for a second that I will keep my head down and comply."
"Here." Eve came back with the book, breaking the visual contest between the two Head students. Tom thanked her without looking away from the Head girl.
Yasmina shot him a dark glance. "Are you done?"
"Far from it. I –"
"- Good morning class! Mr. Riddle, please go back to your seat." Mrs. Merrythought entered the classroom. Riddle left at once, addressing a polite nod to the teacher.
"What did he want?" Eve murmured while Mrs. Merrythought started her course on dementors.
"To come back to an argument we had Saturday night."
A small piece of parchment flew on her desk, but knowing the provenance she burned it without even reading it. How much more annoying could he be? Another parchment came a few moments later. When she tried to burn it again, the note dodged her attack and the spell hit her notebook.
"Whoops!" whispered Yasmina while extinguishing her notebook before the teacher could notice anything. The last thing she needed was detention for trying to burn the class down.
Eve looked at her with curiosity. "Is he writing to you? What does it say?" Yasmina sighed and opened the paper. Riddle's definite calligraphy was perfectly recognizable.
"By the way, Dippet wants us to complete the preparations for the feast by the end of the week."
Yasmina scribbled an answer on the back of the parchment. "Wednesday 7 p.m. I already took care of it. Lupin, Anderson, Fawley, and I will organize the event. Don't come." She sent it back to him."
The note came back almost immediately. "Stop pretending that you're mad at me, you're not. You're angry with yourself. You know I did nothing wrong."
"Stop trying to decipher me."
"Shafiq, I don't have to decipher you. Your mind is like an open book to me."
"Yeah, can't figure out why."
She heard him chuckle at his place when he received her note. His answer came back quickly. "Sooner or later you'll have to come to the realization that you're angry with yourself for wanting more. I can't blame you. I wanted more too."
Damn. Yasmina felt a powerful heatwave across her body and blood rushed to her cheek. It was a lucky thing she was sitting down, otherwise, she would probably have faltered. How dare he write such things to her in the middle of the classroom? It was completely improper! Yasmina folded the note and stuffed it in her bag in a hurry.
She hid her face behind her hands, trying to hide her flushed face. He was probably gauging her reaction right now with a satisfactory look, but she didn't care. After all, he had been in her head. He already knew how attracted to him she was. She tried to focus on the explanations of Mrs. Merrythought. Yet, she was again distracted.
Eve shook her shoulder for attention and stared at her like she had kept the biggest secret of the year from her. Perhaps she had. Eve's mouth was open in consternation. She had read his message.
Yasmina had a lot to explain.
0o0o0
"I can't believe it!"
Yasmina had detailed to her best friend what had happened last Saturday. Now that the class was over and Riddle was away, Eve was able to express her amazement without any restraint. Yasmina felt better having someone in the know. Her mind alone couldn't analyze every moves Riddle made and she needed her friend's head.
"I can't believe it!" Eve repeated. "Riddle flirting with you so… conspicuously. Why you?"
The Head girl frowned. "What do you mean, why me?"
"Come on, you know that's not what I implied. If a girl could compete with Riddle's beauty it's clearly you. I meant that Riddle doesn't do those kinds of things. He never does. So why try it on you?"
That was indeed a very good question. Yasmina didn't care enough about his flirting game to wonder why he was playing it with her.
"I don't know. Maybe because I'm more accessible since I live with him?"
Eve shook her head. "Bullshit. He could have everyone in this school, teachers included." She took another look at the note she held in her hands and read aloud. "You're angry with yourself for wanting more. I can't blame you. I wanted more too… That shit is hot as hell. I know a couple of girls who would have killed to have Riddle write them a note as lustful as this. That's weird since… you know… I thought the guy was asexual."
"Me too" Yasmina admitted. "Maybe he discovered recently that he liked girls."
"Probably," Eve taunted. "Has he tried to kiss you?"
"No, but…"
The blonde stopped walking. "But what?"
"For a second, I believe he would've."
Eve bit her fist to contain her excitement. "Yasmina! What would you have done if he had?"
"I don't know." Yasmina hesitated between kissing back and slapping him in the face. Guess she would know if the opportunity arose.
Nevertheless, she felt relieved. At least, with Eve in the know, someone would be there to keep her two feet on the ground if, by whatever scheme, he succeeded in bewitching her.
Tonight she would try to discover what he was hiding. By knowing that she was attracted to him, Riddle had an advantage over her. She had to at least try. If she succeeded in uncovering his secrets, he would no longer have that unfair advantage over her. She hated being in a vulnerable position... especially to him.
She had everything planned. The Gryffindor went to her room early but remained dressed and waited. He was usually leaving the apartment thrice a week at night. She was tired, but stayed awake since her quest for answers was far more important than eight hours of sleep.
At eleven, she heard the portrait open and guessed that Riddle had come out. She quickly got out of bed, her heart racing. Yasmina left her room and waited for a minute before opening the portrait since its usual screeching was unmistakable and she didn't want him to hear her.
Outside, the corridor was empty. She took a guess by turning left and sighed in relief by spotting the Head boy at the end of an adjacent hallway. She stayed out of sight, waiting for him to be further away before walking forward. He didn't go for the entrance doors as she thought he would. Maybe he wasn't spending all this time outside of the castle.
The Head boy turned left, then right, then right again. He was walking in plain sight, not caring about the curfew, even though his Head boy status offered him some kind of protection. After several minutes, Riddle entered a deserted classroom near the corridor in which they met Saturday night. That was it! Maybe the room led to another place; Yasmina wouldn't be surprised since there were secret passageways everywhere in the castle.
She stuck her ear against the door, trying to hear any sound at all. But she couldn't perceive any noise. She waited for a couple of minutes, and when she was assured that Riddle wasn't in here, she quietly pushed the door open.
"Why are you following me?"
She was wrong. Riddle was waiting for her, fidgeting with his wand, leaning back on the teacher's desk. The only light in the room was coming from the full moon outside the window. It was an ordinary classroom and there was no passageway in sight. She had fallen into his trap way too easily. He was constantly making her feel stupid, always a step ahead of her.
"I wasn't following you," she lied.
He rolled his eyes but lowered his wand. "Did you really believe that I wouldn't notice you trying to sneak around? You Gryffindors are as discreet as a horde of centaurs. I could hear you three corridors away."
"I wasn't sneaking around!"
Of course, there was no way she would reveal the real reason behind her presence. Yasmina looked around her for an opportunity to escape without having to answer to him. She felt like an idiot for being so careless.
"Oh really?" He mindlessly loosened his tie knot and smirked. "Or maybe you simply wanted to run into me in a dark hallway again. Have you finally accepted what you desire and came here to beg me for it?"
There was her escape route. She had to convince him that he was right. If her attraction to him was her vulnerability, the fact that he thought that all her actions revolved around it was his. For once, she felt more powerful than Tom Riddle… and that was an intoxicating sensation.
She had to play the part. Yasmina slowly walked towards him, passing a hand through her hair. She sat on the desk next to him with a teasing glow in her eyes. "Perhaps."
She put her hand on his leg near his knee and leaned toward him. Her sudden change in self-confidence caught him off guard. He froze and she resisted the urge to smile. Take that, Riddle. You're not the only one who can flirt your way out.
But the Head boy then raised a suspicious eyebrow in her direction, pushing her hand away. "Terribly disappointing." His icy voice cooled down her enthusiasm and she watched him as he stood up. He faced her, looking down at her with haughtiness. "From what I've learned, a girl like you would never beg. Were you hoping I would just take you on the teacher's desk without investigating further?"
Such crude words were uncommon in the Slytherin's mouth. Even if it was just an act, she blushed violently at the idea. Yasmina turned her head in the opposite direction, not wanting him to notice her apparent shyness. His fingers grabbed her chin and he jerked her head back toward him. "What do you really want? That's not like you at all to be so naïve, nor so cheeky."
He wasn't smiling and his impassive eyes seemed to look right through her soul. She shrugged. "Maybe you were wrong about me."
He let go of her face and started pacing around. "I'm never wrong." He stopped and pointed an accusatory finger at her. "I don't believe in your newly flirting game."
"As I don't believe in yours."
Yasmina stood up and walked toward the door, as irritated by Riddle than by the failure of her mission.
"Mine?"
"I think you should stop playing." The Head girl muttered before leaving him alone in the cold, dark classroom.
0o0o0
Several days passed without Yasmina having to talk to the Head Boy. He came back to ignoring her and everything was for the best. She could now focus on what really mattered to her without being constantly bothered by the Slytherin.
For instance, the Halloween feast preparation. The event would take place exactly one week from now, next Saturday. Except for the prefects, none of the students knew that the houses would be mixed for the feast. The more October went by, the more she apprehended the reaction of students. Perhaps mixing everyone wasn't as good an idea as she originally thought. It was the first school event she had fully organized and she hoped that everything would go as planned.
After much discussion, they had decided to remove the large tables and replace them with smaller eight-person tables and number them. Before going inside the Hall, students would have to draw one at random. Professor Merrythought would be in charge of the draw, so nobody would try to cheat.
She was a little bit anxious, wondering with whom she would have to share her meal. As a Head girl, she had to be comfortable around everyone at this school. However, the idea of spending a whole evening talking with mere acquaintances was making her nervous. At least, with everything being at random, the chances of her having to spend the evening with only Slytherins students were quite slim.
"Yasmina! I'm talking to you!" Eve yelled, waving a hand in front of her face.
Yasmina came back to reality. She was standing near the entrance of the Gryffindor tower with Eve. "I'm so sorry, I was thinking about Halloween."
Mary appeared from nowhere and slipped between the two girls, jumping around. "Girls! First match of the year! Let's dress up!"
Yasmina looked down at her red and gold uniform. It seemed perfect for a Quidditch match. "Why?"
"I had an idea. Come on!" Mary pulled them to her dormitory and as soon as they passed the door, she threw Eve and her some clothes. "Put this on."
They changed and Eve let out an exclamation of delight. "It's so pretty!" She commented, spinning around. They were all wearing identical outfits: white long sleeves sweater with the Gryffindor crest imprinted on it with a red skirt.
"Thank you, I made them last week after seeing a picture of cheerleaders in a muggle magazine. I knew we would look absolutely great in them. I thought we could do something different to cheer for our team today. They need it, especially after last year..."
Mary had great talent. The outfit was gorgeous. It was perfectly adjusted to her body. She looked down and Yasmina's eyes widened when she noticed the length of her scarlet skirt. "This is way too short."
"It's knee-length! American cheerleaders wear them even shorter." Mary noted while tying her hair into a high ponytail.
"We're not Americans," she mumbled while looking uncomfortably at her exposed legs.
"Merlin, Yasmina, it's 1944, not the 1800's. If you want, you can wear a corset and a ball gown to the match." The Head girl threw Eve a pillow and they all laughed.
They put on lipstick – usually reserved for formal evenings. Yasmina tied her long thick hair just like her friends, in a high ponytail, and looked at the result in the mirror. God no. She felt like a… non-respectable woman. But since Mary and Eve were so excited about it, she stayed silent. With their blond hair, pale skin, and round eyes, they both looked like innocent pin-ups. For her part, with almond-shaped eyes and black wavy hair, Yasmina felt like the entire opposite. She was also taller than her friends, which let the impression that her legs were even more showing. With her wand, she tried to lengthen the skirt, but Mary gave her a wary look and she put her wand away.
"It's just for a few hours, Yasmina. After the match, you can go back to your long, fancy pureblood skirts."
The head girl had a thought for Theodore's Lestrange mother, who would have passed out at the sight of her dressed like that.
They each took golden pom-poms to complete their look and then headed to the Quidditch pit in a hurry. Outside, the weather was perfect for a quidditch match. Sun was out and it was at least fifteen degrees. People were already packed up in the stands, ready to cheer loudly for their favorite team.
"There!" Mary exclaimed, her hand above her forehead to see better in spite of the blinding sun. She pointed at a precise stand on the Gryffindor's side where students were less packed. "There's room up there. Let's go up."
All the students they met along the way looked at them either bewitched or amused by their attire. If Eve had always liked to show off and draw attention, Yasmina felt incredibly self-conscious. A group of Ravenclaws whistled mockingly when they met in the stairs, and the Head girl drew out her wand.
Eve put a hand on hers. "Come on, Yasmina. Don't let them get to you. You look absolutely gorgeous."
Yasmina climbed another step of the stairs and looked at her friends down behind her. "I don't like attracting this kind of attention."
"You're scared your parents will find out?" Mary asked, on top of the stairs.
"Clearly that's the kind of gossip that can ruin someone's reputation."
She joined Mary but stopped at the sight of some very amused dark eyes. "Well, well, Shafiq, it does match your new attitude."
Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. Of all the stands Mary could have chosen, she chose the one where he was.
"Great outfit, by the way."
"Shut up, Riddle."
"Let's go over there" Mary suggested, ignoring the Head boy mocking stare. She pointed the empty row just over the large group of Slytherins.
Yasmina turned to Mary and mouthed "really?" in annoyance. Mary gave her a sorry smile and Eve dragged her along. "Ignore him," she muttered in her ear.
They took place in the stands and waited for the match to start. The golden scoring hoops were shimmering in the bright sun. God, it felt good to be under the sun's rays in the middle of October. It was as if summer had decided to come back to say hello before winter.
In front of them, the group of Slytherins was messing around. Yasmina was resolute not to look in their direction. She caught Theodore's eyes and she shook her head as he opened his mouth to let out an opinion on her apparel. Conversely, Eve didn't hesitate to make a comment when she saw the boys mockingly looking at them over their shoulders. "What are you all doing in the Gryffindor's stands?"
"Did you really expect us to go on the other side of the pit and cheer for Hufflepuff?" Theodore asked her in disbelief.
"Oh yeah, that's true, they beat you for the cup last year. What a shame for your little Slytherin pride, Lestrange." Eve pricked, waving her golden pom-poms in front of his face.
"At least, we made it to the finals." Theodore's playful eyes were full of arrogance. "If I recall, Gryffindor finished fourth, last year."
"Being beaten by Ravenclaw, that was the real shame," Avery added while Lestrange, Rosier, Nott, and Mulciber laughed loudly. Riddle merely smiled.
Nott grinned wickedly. "I still can't understand how Thomas Berger could walk with his head up in the castle. I mean, I would've died in embarrassment… beaten by Ravenclaw."
"No, no." Mulciber retorted. The worst was Hadrian Prewett. Waving his beater's bat around pretending he knew how to use it."
Mary drew her wand first, but Yasmina quickly followed. Eve draw her arm in front of the two girls and looked at them in disapproval. "Don't. They're six and we're only three."
"Now now, don't upset the girls," Riddle said to his friends, polishing his wand with his robe.
The great majority of Slytherins left them alone without contesting Riddle's command. However, Mulciber still tempted the devil by irking the Gryffindors again. He looked at Mary with disdain. "I can't understand why your boyfriend was taken into the team at all."
Before Mary could jinx the pretentious Slytherin, Riddle intervened. His tone was colder. "I said, don't upset the girls."
Mulciber turned his attention away to the pit where the referee was bringing the balls. Riddle looked at the Head girl with a cocky smile, proud of his evident authority. Yasmina couldn't help herself. "Can't control your friends, Riddle?"
His smile faded. Yasmina noticed the boys exchanging astonished looks. Only Theodore seemed amused. He had known her long enough to know that she wasn't intimidated by the Head boy.
"Funny you talking about control, when you can't even discipline your own head, neither your needs." He insisted on the last word.
That… bastard. This time, Eve pointed her wand at him first. Yasmina and Mary followed, even though Mary couldn't understand his reference. He looked at the Gryffindors, wands out, with detached boredom. "Really?"
With a quick flick of his wand, he disarmed the three girls. Their wands flew away and landed on the grass in the middle of the stadium. "Bloody hell!" Yasmina looked down on the pit, but she was so high in the stands that her wand was out of sight. "Why did you do that?"
"At least, we now know that you won't try to hex us in the back while we'll be watching the game."
The Slytherins laughed, proud of being friends with a wizard so talented that he was able to disarm three witches at the same time with a nonverbal spell. For a second, Yasmina thought about punching him in the face.
"Ugh!" Eve complained, before adding in a low voice. "I get it now. He's too talented and handsome not to be annoying."
"Told you. That's what I live with. Every. Single. Day."
Mary addressed her. "How come he is so cocky with you? Riddle is usually not a conceited student… It's like he's deliberately being arrogant because he knows it pisses you off."
"He likes pissing me off."
Mary winked. "As do you!"
"Well, one has to try to deflate his gigantic ego."
A joyful cheer interrupted their conversation. The Gryffindors players entered the stadium and the stands went crazy. Seeing Eve and Mary, pom-poms in the air, Yasmina mimicked them and encouraged her friends. The game started with a whistle and the players rose into the air.
The commentator's voice filled up the stadium. "Hello everyone and welcome to the first match of the season… Gryffindor against Hufflepuff! Several talented players of both teams left last year and the newly constituted teams certainly have some surprises in store for us."
The Quidditch players flew around, exchanging the Quaffle. Thomas was leading his team towards the scoring hoops, but the Hufflepuff keeper caught the ball before it could pass into the golden circle.
Hadrian flew up near the stands in which they were, looking for a bludger to send to the opposite team. Mary loudly cheered, attracting his attention. Even from the distance, Yasmina saw his shock when he noticed them in their outfits.
"Watch out!" Mary warned, but it was too late.
"Aouch! Right in the shoulder!" the commentator described with a wince. "I'm guessing Prewett might have been distracted by the magnificent cheerleaders in the Gryffindors stands."
Yasmina felt hundreds of heads turn in their direction and she half-hid behind her friends. Even without seeing the commentator's face, she could discern the smile in his voice. The Slytherins sneered at them and Yasmina would have paid a great deal of money to disappear ten feet under the ground.
The Hufflepuff players took advantage of their adversaries' inattention to score ten points. On his broom, Hadrian painfully massaged his shoulder, and then slowly flew away, not without looking at them one last time. "Please, stop distracting the team so much, we don't want Hufflepuff to win again," Theodore begged them.
"Are we distracting them or you, Lestrange?" Eve teased.
He took a glance again at her, a small smile on the corner of his lips. "Well, with that skirt… nobody can focus on the game."
"Stop looking at it, then," Eve winked.
Casually seated on the bench, both feet on the railing in front of him, Theodore turned his attention back on the game – Hufflepuff had scored again. Yasmina frowned, while Mary's eyes went back and forth between Eve and Theodore. The two girls looked at their friend with disbelief. Eve took her eyes off the game. "What?"
"Come on, Lestrange?" Mary whispered, baffled.
"He's a Slytherin!" Yasmina added.
"He's charming, you can't say otherwise," Eve murmured as Mary's expression reflected nothing but disgust. "He's not as gloomy as the others. Plus, he's a pureblood and he's good-looking."
The face of the Head girl mimicked Mary's. "Ugh no! Theodore – I mean Lestrange – is not boyfriend material."
Damn. She didn't mean to say his first name, especially since none of her friends knew about their frequent family reunions. She had hoped that they didn't notice, but both Mary and Eve looked at her in astonishment. "Theodore?"
Yasmina shook her head in defeat. "Fine. I won't tell you what to do if you don't ask me about that." Mary raised a suspicious eyebrow, but Eve wore proudly a victorious expression. Why had she been so careless? Yasmina knew her friends wouldn't let this go. The Head girl's reputation of being detached from the pureblood maniacs could be strongly affected if they found out about their frequent family reunions.
They stopped talking and started focusing on the game. Hufflepuff had scored several times during their discussions. When Thomas scored for the first time, the stands on the Gryffindor side went crazy. From that moment on, the match got intense and the maneuvers became much quicker. She felt so silly, waving her pom-poms in the air, every time Gryffindor marked points. Surprisingly though, the more the match progressed, the more fun she had and the more she forgot about everything else. Maybe Mary's idea wasn't that bad, after all.
"There! Look!" Avery suddenly said, pointing at the left extremity of the stadium. The metallic reflection of the snitch in the sun was unmistakable.
He wasn't the only one to notice the golden flying ball. The two seekers sped off at full speed in direction of the scoring hoops. All the other players stopped and watched. Hufflepuff was leading by fifty points, but if Gryffindor caught the snitch, they would win the game. Spectators held their breath.
Elbow to elbow, the two players reached for the golden ball, and moments later, the Gryffindor seeker's fingers finally closed on the snitch. It was as if half the stadium had just exploded in an outburst of red and gold applause.
"We won! We won!" Mary yelled, her pompoms in the air.
It was the first victory of the Gryffindor team in two years. The victors flew around the stadium to celebrate their triumph. On the other side of the pitch in the yellow stands, students were incredibly quiet, dumbfounded. Yasmina felt proud and couldn't help but exchange a satisfied look with Theodore, who wanted Hufflepuff defeated as much as her.
In their third lap, the Gryffindors players stopped in front of them and flew closer so they could talk. Thomas bowed to the three girls, making them laugh. "Thank you for your support. You were by far the best supporters we've ever had!"
Malcolm McGonagall, a fourth-year, held the snitch right up in the air for them to see. "We might even win the cup if you cheer for us like this every match!"
One by one, the players thanked them for their encouragements, then left. "I'll join you in a moment," Hadrian told his captain and Thomas flew away to the lockers room. He approached the girls softly and landed on the stand next to his girlfriend. Even if most of the students – including the Slytherins in front of them – were leaving the stadium, Yasmina noticed the Head Boy lingering to listen to them.
Hadrian kissed Mary on the cheek. "Good God, I almost died when I saw you dressed like this." He was mainly addressing her, but his glance toward Yasmina was unmistakable.
Eve sneered. "You almost fell from your broomstick."
"I was distracted. Whose idea was it?"
"Mary's."
"Really?" Tom Riddle walked up to their row in the stands and kindly smiled at Mary. "How thoughtful and generous of you!" His eyes shone with malice as he turned to Hadrian. "Not only did she dress up for you, but she also got the gorgeous Head girl in it so everyone could have a look. You have a great and devoted girlfriend, Prewett."
Riddle smirked and left to catch up with his friends. She watched him walk away, her fists clenched with anger, her nails stuck in her palms.
"Did he just say you were gorgeous?" Eve exclaimed, oblivious.
Yasmina took Eve apart and sent a sorry look at her very silent couple of friends. They also understood what Riddle was implying. "No. He meant that Hadrian was checking me out instead of Mary. Riddle perfectly knows that I don't want any tensions with them about all that. He said it on purpose."
"Why would he do something like that? Isn't it counterproductive if he's flirting with you?"
Yasmina looked at the group of Slytherins walking toward the castle. "Let's go get our wands on the pitch. If Tom Riddle is looking for trouble, he's going to find it."
