Author's Note:

A longer chapter this time. Probably will be longer any time I do third person p.o.v. Thank you for your lovely reviews! I'm glad this idea intrigues you enough to review and follow ^^

Kagome's activities each time she returned to the modern era became routine after a while. She would climb up the well, hug her family, take a long soak in the bathtub and eat her mother's delicious home cooked meal before immediately curling up like a cat under her covers and not emerge until the next morning. And then upon waking, she'd proceed to panic about school and being behind in her studies.

She had gotten her good night's rest in a real bed for the first time in weeks. Now, she was at the breakfast table trying to, but only half successfully, reviewing her English vocabulary flashcards for her quiz today.

Her little brother, awake and wide-eyed for school, bounced into the kitchen and stood in front of Kagome. She eyed him suspiciously and tried to look around him at the object he was holding behind his back.

"Guess what!" He shouted with way too much energy for a morning on a school day.

"Good morning, Souta. What have you got there?" She asked before taking a sip of milk.

"While you were out fighting demons, I went on vacation with Uncle to London!" He grinned.

Her face changed from one of curiosity to disbelief. "What?! I would have totally stayed here if I knew Uncle was going to take us to London! Mama!" She turned towards her mother who was packing her bento.

"Uncle kind of surprised us with it." The woman hummed.

"Damn."

"Language, Kagome!"

The daughter gave a sheepish look. "Sorry. Inuyasha is a bad influence."

"Don't be too jealous, Nee-san. I got you a gift!" He held out a sparkling gift bag towards her and she received it with two hands half excitedly, half begrudgingly.

Extracting the contents, she found it to contain a keychain, a postcard, and a thin, black leather notebook with the year 1943 on the cover. She opened to a random page and brushed her finger against the box in the corner that held April 23. There was no day on it so she figured that maybe 1943 was just written for decoration or maybe that's when the store that sold the book opened. The small notebook with its white pages didn't look old. Closing it, she examined the back cover and saw the name of the store embossed in the back. It was an overall neat, cute planner. What Asian girl didn't like cute notebooks and stationery, right? But she didn't feel as excited as she thought she should have felt.

Nevertheless, she said with a smile, "Thanks Souta! I can use it to write down all my homework assignments and test dates!"

She opened it up again and her brows furrowed.

"Souta, this is totally somebody's planner." She showed her younger sibling the first page of the book. "See. It belongs to somebody named T.M. Riddle."

"Really? But it's blank." The boy took the book and flipped through the white pages. "I thought that was just the store name it came from or brand or something."

The book passed back to Kagome and she examined the writing. "Hmm...maybe. But it looks like somebody wrote it in ink. And I think the store name is on the back."

There was something about the small leather-bound book that made her want to hold on to it but throw it away at the same time. Her brother got it for her as a souvenir and she could tell how much he wanted her to like it. It was blank so she could use it and it wasn't like she could return it to this T.M. Riddle. But maybe because it was was already claimed by another that she felt weird about keeping and using it. Kagome turned it around multiple times in her hands, deep in thought.

Her mother's voice brought her out of her trance. "Kagome, you're still here? Aren't you going to be late for school?"

"Oh no! I'm going to be late!" School supplies, textbooks, and notebooks were thrown into her backpack haphazardly. "I still love it! Thanks again Souta!" She ruffled her brother's hair as she hopped into her shoes and bolted towards school.

The girl burst through her classroom door and stumbled into her seat. Everyone's attention turned to her, but she didn't care. She plopped down into her much disused chair and sighed. Looking at the clock, she found that she wasn't even close to being late. 'Hm...I guess being chased by demons all the time has made me faster.'

Homeroom slipped by without occurrence and her first class was science. Failing to find her class notes, she took out the planner Souta had given her and opened to a blank page. It was big enough to be a journal, and she needed to write today's notes down in something. She'd just have to recopy them later once she found her normal notebook. She scribed her name at the the top of the page before a girly voice took away her attention.

"I have your science notebook, Kagome."

"What? Really?"

The girl addressing Kagome walked over. "Yeah, you left it here last time you were in class. I was going to drop it off at your house, but Hojo said your property is under quarantine or something like that."

"...Oh...yeah...everything's fine now." With a blushing face, Kagome closed her brother's gift to her and received her normal notebook.

"I've been keeping notes for you too so you don't have to recopy them."

"You're a lifesaver Ayumi!" Kagome gushed while hugging her friend.

The week of school went by without incident. She never opened up her brother's gift to her again. Honestly, she already had a planner and would just continue to use her old one until the year was up. Instead of putting it in storage though, she kept it in her schoolbag and even shoved it along with all her class notebooks into her yellow backpack to bring with her to the Edo Period. At the end of the exhausting week, she jumped back through the blue, starry portal to continue her journey.

Tom's P.O.V

By perhaps the end of a week's time, I noticed something unusual that was absent for all the decades I had sat idly in this void. It was a magic that was seeping into my space that came as a slow and unsteady rivulet. I have not had anybody besides myself towards the end of my 5th year writing in my pages as a test, so perhaps I was mistaken at how to function my own diary. Maybe I didn't need the girl to write their soul into me for absorption. But that cannot be correct. I have absolute confidence in my spell creating this horcrux and the specificity that I required for it to function as I had intended. In addition, I was sure the energy that was trickling through my pages was not that of a soul. Perchance, I can absorb the witch's magic as she carries me? Curious. But that would still make me wrong. For now, I will put my pride aside to observe.

Did I feel any stronger? I could not very much tell at this point. Much like the writing that this girl had given me, this magic just felt foreign. Oh! I just felt a surge of another type of magic, something older and less personal than this girl's magic. Even more curious.