"A book." Aniedah said. "Iwant a book. One that I can write in whenever I feel like. I want to remember my last year at Hogwarts."
"Don't you want something a little more... practical?" Her mother asked. "Like... I don't know... a free-write quill?"
"No, Mum. I already have one." She replied. "I just want a book. A journal." They strolled down Diagon Alley. When they were just outside of Flourish and Blotts, Aniedah took her mother's hand. "C'mon. I want it to be special." The two walked inside. It wasn't very crowded. Just a few students and their parents. Aniedah already bought all of her school supplies. She walked up the stairs to a section filled with diaries and journals. Many of them had strange symblos on the spine or the cover. She picked up a red one with a skull on it. Interesting.
"Oh, I wouldn't take that if I were you." A voice said to her right. She turned her head to see a blonde boy no younger than herself.
"Oh, really? Why not?" She looked into his blue eyes. He was quite handsome, not that Aniedah cared, since she had a very loyal boyfriend and she knew her place.
"Because it's full of evil power." He smiled. "You don't seem to be the evil type." His voice was soothing.
"Don't I?" She replied. "And was trying so hard to impress a good boy like you with my bad girl styling." He laughed.
"I'm not as good as you might think." Aniedah nodded her head dibelievingly.
"Right. You're really a bad boy playing as asweet guy to get all the birds, am I right?"
"I'm not sweet at all."He contorted his face. "I'm quite sour." Aniedah burst out laughing.
"So," she said, "Does badboy have a name?"
"Draco."
"Ah... I've heard of you." She lifted her chin up. "Draco Malfoy, right?" He nodded.
"Yeah, should I be worried?"
"Maybe just a little." She looked down at her Reeboks. Her laces were untied... again. "Damn shoes!" She put her foot up against a chair, her back to Draco. As she tied her shoes she turned her head to him. He was looking at her strangely. "Are you checking me out?" She pretended to sound surprised.
"No," he replied. His head turned to one side. "Maybe. Why?"
"Aniedah."
"You need what?"
"No," she smiled. "Aniedah. My name."
"Oh, Aniedah." He laughed at himself. "That's a pretty name."
"Thank you." She turned back to the shelf. There was a black-silverish book. It was nice and plain. She picked it up. It was even better to hold it. "I better be going. See you, Draco." She turned to walk down the stairs.
"Wait!" She felt his hand hold hers back. She turned to face him. He was incredibly close. "Will I see you again?"
"Maybe. I don't know." She looked at him sincerely.
"Aniedah!" Someone shouted.