"I never thought I'd see you weak again," Voldemort joked.
"Of course, make fun of the half crazed madwoman," Nagini said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
He dared not enter her mind again, but he could feel the emotions raging inside her. "Do you hate being alone that much?"
"Have you ever heard the saying that it is better to have loved and lost than have never loved at all?"
"Yes."
"Whoever said that was dead wrong."
"You love me?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
He suddenly felt her emotions escalate again, but she replied in a perfectly straight face and calm voice. "As a friend."
Why did she even have to bring up love? Her emotions were tangled enough as it was. She hated that kind of confusement clouding her thoughts. She almost wished that she had never met him and gone on friendless in peace, like he had. But she knew she was utterly incapable of returning to what once was and tears threatened to spill over once again.
Meanwhile, Voldemort could only silently feel relieved that he had avoided a potential enemy.
Nagini got up, bade him good night and left for her dorm.
The moment she opened the door, she was pulled to her bed by Felicia. She still didn't feel very close to any of her dorm mates. To her, they were like her servants, easy to acquire and discard of.
"What happened?" she asked, a wide smile fixed on her face.
"What do you mean?" she replied as her robes and school uniform morphed into pajamas.
"Well, are you friends again?"
"Yes."
"Merlin's beard, Nagini, can't you be a bit more exciting?"
"There aren't many exciting details to give," she shrugged, pulling her curtains closed and sidling into bed. Felicia fell silent.