This is another for September Event: Back to School. My prompt is an inkpot. Let's see what I come up with this time!
Words: 200
As Ginny sat in her bedroom, her eyes landed on the mysterious notebook. She didn't know how it had gotten in her things, but it sat there, tempting her.
She crossed over to her table and grabbed the notebook, a quill, and her inkpot. Sitting back down on the bed, she opened the notebook.
The inkpot wobbled on her knee, but Ginny didn't spill it as she dipped the quill in and began to write.
Dear diary…
And she couldn't think of anything to say. She had never kept a diary before. But she didn't have to. The words she'd written disappeared, to be replaced by more.
I am no diary. My name is Tom. What is yours?
Ginny couldn't believe her eyes. The book was writing in itself! She had heard of these, but they were really expensive. She never thought she would actually see one.
I am Ginny. I found this in my things. How is this possible, exactly?
The words faded, and were replaced again.
It is complicated, and I don't fully understand it myself. However, I can try my best. Is that alright?
Ginny hesitated for a moment, but then she made her decision.
Okay.