Its thin body was weightless and unsuspecting, the inside a milky white while the exterior reflected its darker nature, the color of purity defining the title. Harry opened the black-covered book, crisp pages turned deftly by confident fingers. Then, with a precision and tidyness that only a person used to writing in a feathered quill could ever manage, Harry pressed the tip of his ballpoint pen against the lined paper, right between two horizontal inky black pillars.
The pen danced across the page, each stroke giving birth to a letter, to a word, to a name.
Tom Marvolo Riddle (Lord Voldemort) glared out angrily from a corner, its only witness being Harry Potter's grim but satisfied figure.