seeing red

Then the hair on her neck stood up and she closed her mouth.

She looked towards Harry to see him looking right through her. Harry’s smile was different now, softer and more real. In the reflection of the window, she could see Tom Riddle– tall, handsome, and incredibly regal approaching their table.

“Hi,” Harry said as Riddle dropped his bag in the chair on the other side of Harry, ignoring Amélie completely.

Riddle rested the back of his hand on Harry’s forehead as a greeting before frowning down at him. “You still feel warm.”

Harry rolled his eyes and swatted at his hand. “It’s a million degrees in this castle, is all.”

“No it’s not,” Riddle said evenly. He sounded so calm, as if he wasn’t wrestling Harry’s hand away so he could check his temperature again.

“You’re just being paranoid.”

“Then let us ask your friend, Miss Vance,” Riddle said, still without looking at her. “She’s an impartial judge. Miss Vance, do you think it’s warm in here?”