Chapter 14: Blank Pages
He watched passively as the professor's eyebrows rose in surprise. The wizard stared at him while Tom stared back. The staring session ended when the old man drew back and sighed.
"Tom, why do you like doing magic?"
Tom smiled. "Magic, professor, is a powerful and convenient thing. Why would I not like it?"
Dumbledore smiled, though his eyes did not twinkle. The boy had natural occulmency shields, and for the parts he did get pass, the activities that the boy did was mildly concerning.
"I see there is no reason not to." He replied smoothly. "May I talk to the Matron of your enrollment." Tom nodded and returned to opening his mysterious present.
As he carefully unwrapped the packaging, he discovered a small plain box. Inside the box was a book. A small, blank, and otherwise inconspicuous book.
He thought it would make a rather nice diary.