Elle smiled sheepishly as she finished checking into the hostel, her halting Greek making the old woman behind the counter smile fondly at her.
"Fifth floor," the woman told Elle in heavily accented English, handing her a key. "Nice room."
"Thanks," Elle said, taking the key and her bags to the ancient elevator in the corner. Upon arriving on the fifth floor, she quickly found her room and dropped her stuff on the bed, intending to take care of it later. Right now, she wanted to get her laptop set up and see if the battered "Wireless here" sign in the window meant wireless internet or the radio she had heard crackling down in the lobby.
To her surprise, though, on top of her laptop was a beautiful black leather notebook she hadn't remembered packing. It had a small silver plaque with her name on it, followed by something in Greek - it began with a theta, so 'Th' something - but what?
Confused, she sat on the bed and opened it, finding, to even greater surprise, that someone else - several someone elses, by the looks of it - had also written in it. But it had her name on it, so how was this possible?
Suddenly, as she turned to a blank page, more words appeared as if by magic. She gasped and dropped the journal, terrified. Arthur Weasley's advice from Chamber of Secrets popped into her head: "Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain."
Slowly, she picked it back up and grabbed a pen, her curiosity getting the better of her good sense. Anyway, young Tom Riddle had been pretty cute; maybe it was worth it.
Hello. My name is Elle. I hope you're not going to possess me; I'm almost sure I couldn't open the Chamber of Secrets anyway.
I saw the first entry mentioned dreams. I have dreams of flying, but doesn't everyone? How does that make me worthy of some weird magical notebook?
I hope to hear from some of you soon, whoever you are.
"Fifth floor," the woman told Elle in heavily accented English, handing her a key. "Nice room."
"Thanks," Elle said, taking the key and her bags to the ancient elevator in the corner. Upon arriving on the fifth floor, she quickly found her room and dropped her stuff on the bed, intending to take care of it later. Right now, she wanted to get her laptop set up and see if the battered "Wireless here" sign in the window meant wireless internet or the radio she had heard crackling down in the lobby.
To her surprise, though, on top of her laptop was a beautiful black leather notebook she hadn't remembered packing. It had a small silver plaque with her name on it, followed by something in Greek - it began with a theta, so 'Th' something - but what?
Confused, she sat on the bed and opened it, finding, to even greater surprise, that someone else - several someone elses, by the looks of it - had also written in it. But it had her name on it, so how was this possible?
Suddenly, as she turned to a blank page, more words appeared as if by magic. She gasped and dropped the journal, terrified. Arthur Weasley's advice from Chamber of Secrets popped into her head: "Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain."
Slowly, she picked it back up and grabbed a pen, her curiosity getting the better of her good sense. Anyway, young Tom Riddle had been pretty cute; maybe it was worth it.
Hello. My name is Elle. I hope you're not going to possess me; I'm almost sure I couldn't open the Chamber of Secrets anyway.
I saw the first entry mentioned dreams. I have dreams of flying, but doesn't everyone? How does that make me worthy of some weird magical notebook?
I hope to hear from some of you soon, whoever you are.