Stupid.
What a cloddy idea.
This has to be her cloddiest idea yet.
Peridot stared at the now dry diary on her desk. It was bounded with navy blue leather, elaborately bordered with soft flecks of gold sheet. It was a thing of beauty but the one thing that really stood out the most was the huge, teardrop-shaped lapis lazuli inlay on the center of its cover.
Years of hearing stories about the adventures of a certain professor with a lighting-shaped scar on his forehead and common sense around unknown items with probable magical qualities and histories have taught her that said unknown items with probable magical qualities and histories are best to be left alone. Probably locked inside an enchanted box, inside an enchanted box, inside an enchanted box, inside another enchanted box —or at least presented to a proper authority.
Now, Peridot wasn't the person to blindly follow authority and Potter wasn't really the person that exuded it but Peridot trusted that their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, the Great-Harry-Potter-who-is-also-the-greatest-dork-Merlin's-beard-bless-him, was the person to be approached concerning this particular subject matter. Not to mention the fact he did meet You-Know-Who in a diary found in the girl's lavatory. Make sense that she approach him about a certain diary found in the fucking girl's lavatory.
Yet, all she got in return was thumbs up and the green light to use the diary.
"Potter." Peridot heatedly mutters under her breath.
He really didn't need to add that wink.
Sometimes, she forgets why she respected the man.
Peridot sighed and studied the diary for the nth time.
The gemstone was smooth under her fingertips. At a closer look, Peridot can see specks of gold reflecting the dimmed candlelight of her desk lamp. As aesthetically inclined she was to the color green, Peridot appreciated how the diary's overall look blended well to the general aesthetics of their dormitory room. It made the diary less noticeable especially now that she still doesn't know what it does.
Peridot's logical brain said that she really should tamper with it lest another dark witch or wizard comes out of it. Another side of her Ravenclaw brain was screaming, practically crawling with curiosity, hungry for new knowledge and answers about the blasted bound papers.
Fuck it.
She can blame Potter after repossess her body or whatever.
Peridot heaved a huge breath and made a grab for her quill and dipped it to her inkwell. With a last touch on the gemstone on the diary's cover, Peridot opened it to the first page and started to scribble:
Log Date: 9 02 2
Hello.
My name is Peridot.
A moment passed and nothing happened. Part of Peridot was relieved but majority of her was disappointed. She reached to close the diary, close this boring and uneventful chapter of her life, until small and flowing handwriting scratched the surface of the paper:
Hello Peridot.
I'm Lapis.
Lapis Lazuli.
Disclaimer: don't tamper with unknown magical items
Lol I dunno if I'll continue this but let's see