"The Serpent's Teeth"
(A Tom Riddle love story)

9th December 1944
Monday

"Tom!" I shout after him.

I just got back from a disastrous Home Economics hour and as luck would have it, he's just leaving the library by himself.

"I don't have time today  Hazel," he says before I can even ask my question.
 
Startled, I stop.

"You okay?" Tracey puts her hand on my shoulder and  both of us look after the Head Boys retreating figure.
 
"Yes, let's go to the common-room and finish our homework."
I give as an answer and run off, followed closely by Tracey who's still pulling dough from under her nails.
 
The cake tasted more like salt than anything else.
Really, only Tracey manages mix up sugar with salt.

I don't even want to know what note I'm getting on this subject.

"Can you help me with the Potions essay? I'm not too confident in what I've written so far."
 
"Sure," I smile at her.