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The Log Book...
GInny scowled at the book. It stared back. SHe glared. It remained there, lying demurly. She growled. It remained silent. She stuck out her tongue. It stayed shut.
She sighed and flopped on the bed. She gathered up the book and held it above her. She rolled to her stomach and opened the book. It was blank. She frowned. So it was blank. So was Riddle's. That didn't make it any less dangerous. She pulled out her wand. She tapped the page.
A list of names flowed into exsistance.
Students...
1 Presley Archer
2 Lita Elric
3 Ginevra Weasley
Ginny bit her lip. Almost reluctantly Ginny tapped her name. The script disappeared and was replaced by a new set.
Hello Ginny. What can I do for you?
Ginny reached for a pen and stopped. She wasn't intending to fall in the same trap twice. "Who are you?" she asked.
The spirit of Presley Archer. The first to use this room.
Ginny accioed a book to her. She pretended to be looking up Presley. In truth, she already knew a fair deal about him. He had died during the second war at the age of seventy eight.
"When did you use this room?"
In nineteen thirty four, (A/N: this is a rough estimate I am bad at math. )
Ginny did some quick calculations and decided he might be telling the truth. "Fine. What do you want with me?"
You mean you haven't figured it out? Just write down your thoughts. Or dictate them.
Ginny scowled. "You wouldn't happen to be my conscious, would you?"
If books could smile this one would be giving her a trademark Malfoy smirk. What makes you think that?
"Because I just found myself agreeing with you. The only person I know who can do that is me."
Look, you're really being difficult. Just say what you think.
"I think I don't trust diaries."
Why not?
Ginny sighed. "I don't feel like going into that right now."
If you can't talk to me, Who can you talk to?
GInny growled and sat herself at the bed. "Alright, Fine."
And she began to write.