Insides
Hermione scowled darkly at her plate. Hogwarts normally served fantastic food, so it was beyond her why she was being served this pink mush in her quarters by an overeager house elf. She immediately decided to take it back to the kitchen and get something else.
With that settled, the girl moved out of her room and out of the Gryffindor common room. On her way to the kitchen, she met with a familiar looming figure.
"Riddle."
He opened his mouth as if to respond before his gaze fell on her plate. "What in the name of Merlin is that?" he asked in disgust.
She eyed the plate and then looked up at him, a teasing smirk flitting over her face before she schooled it into a look of innocence. "The insides of some beast. I suspect Basilisk."
She giggled as Tom's jaw dropped in an undignified manner, and moved on towards the kitchen without him.