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Journals were for dreams, memories, adventures, doodles, and of course, class notes.

Sadly, Elena had run out of room in all of her journals, and needed to get a new one. Luckily, she was headed past Diagon Alley at exactly the right time to get more. Coincidence? Yes actually.

She walked the knowledge filled shelves, stopping occasionally to gaze at a book that may have some kind of information on Seers before moving on when they didn’t. Finally she spotted a journal, leather, with an embossed quote. Both that she actually liked and was actually in her price range.

The girl put it and something on divination in her basket and waited for the purchases to be rung up, books were a wonderful thing, and it made her sad occasionally that wizards didn’t have as many. Sure they had old stores where the air was heavy with woodsmoke and spices, but they missed that vanilla-esque wistfulness of a truly old book. One that had been loved by the owner instead of just read from boredom or because they had to.

A dream is a delicate thing you see, nurtured by reading, and there are some places in the world which make dreams seem more real, and none are made more real than by an old bookshop.

With purchases in hand, Elena left the cobbled streets of Diagon and headed for where she needed to go.

Once again, Fumiko Tachibana had lost a book. For the 4th time. This month. The books just magically disspaear in this magical word would be Fumiko's argument. That would be true if the same thing didn't happen when she was still living among muggles.

Taking a short trip to Diagon Alley to buy more books she'll eventually lose was just an excuse to get some alone time for herself. Of course, she got odd stares from passerby's because of how child like she looked like. After getting lost multiple times, she finally manages to enter the old and trusted store of Flourish and Blotts.

She took a while as she scanned the numerous different journals available for purchase, wondering who else was in her place, looking at these and thought deeply about which one to buy.

Well, Fumiko wasn't one of them. She grabbed the nearest journal and walked straight to the counter to purchase her book for a week.

She decided to buy only one this time, for an attempt to practice focusing solely on this book. Not even waiting to get back to Hogwarts, she sat on the nearest street bench and with the new quill she bought, she opened the leather covered book and wrote :

Fiddledaster, bubble flusmhert, annnnnnn.Pokok pisainge!

立花ふみこ~

" Good, I still remember how to write those blasted kanji's " she muttered, satisfied with her results, she closed the book and tucked all her items in her satchel and began to walk back to her school. Humming a cheery tone, completely unaware of the fate she sealed with this book.

Translation :
立花ふみこ : Tachibana, Fumiko
Fiddledaster, bubble flusmhert, annnnnnn.Pokok pisainge!
: pure gibberish other than Pokok : tree .