"...a diary?"
"What?"
"...if I was going to hide part of my soul, I would choose something more obscure...like a grain of sand, in the Sahara."
The book seemed to freeze.
"...soul?" It hissed, voice echoing from it's pages.
"Please, what Slytherin can't recognize a horocrux?"
"You're a Hufflepuff."
"Semantics."
"...you're not a normal witch, are you?"
She shrugged. "What's normal? Now, about earlier?"
"No."
"No?"
"No, you foolish girl! I found Alchemy insipid and uninspired, I never bothered to pursue it."
A sigh. "So this is where our friendship ends."
"Wait!"
"Goodbye, Tom."
