"...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."