"I'll never die," he said haughtily, "I'll be the greatest wizard to walk the earth." "Oh, please," she spat. "Everyone dies, Tom, that's the way it works. We all die eventually, even you. One day, just like me, just like everyone else in this building, so you ought to remember that you will die."

All the talking at the Slytherin table ceased. In fact, all talking in the entire Great Hall ceased. She looked at Tom confusion. Was he mental? "Sorry, I'm not quite sure I heard you correctly. Would you repeat that sentence please?" He planned this, she thought. He must have, the damned jerk. Rated for language. (Updated infrequently)