A plain, white book. It isn't conspicuous or attention-grabbing in any way, and in fact it looks more like a large address or recipe book than a diary, due to it's impersonal appearance. Felicity recieved it as a birthday present from her mother in her fifth year, and is perhaps the only writing task she ever completes. Some of the entries are short and clipped, while some drone on for pages about her day or her feelings. There are often weeks between entries, as she finds she doesn't always have the time (or the will to make the time) to write, but it is by all accounts a faithful account of how she sees the world.

She hides it under her mattress, and it is sealed with a bow of white ribbon which is magically enchanted not to open when pulled or to any simple unlocking or uncharming spell. Most people who know Felicity would never assume she can settle down for enough time to keep a journal, though, so it's secrecy is well protected.

On the first page reads a vow of sorts:

To this book, I will never lie.

And she never has.

Sorry it's been so long, little book! I seem to only come to you when I can't talk to any actual people - but don't take offense, it's just that people talk back, you see.

In any case, I had a horrible day today. Well, actually the day itself was fine. I had a horrible conversation with Casey, though. I found out she likes a Slytherin - and not just any Slytherin, but a really annoying one! I've met him and he seems to dislike me as much as I do him. It's disastrous, and I promised her I would try to get along with him, but I'm not sure it's humanly possible. If anything, the fact that she likes him has made him slide from minor annoyance to major annoyance very quickly.

I don't know how to explain it, not even to myself. I just know that Casey would never understand. She's small and gorgeous, she could make boys drop like flies...though I'm not sure she knows it. I know I'm not ugly, but I'm not beautiful, either. Thing is, I'm not plain, either. I don't even know what I am, except...I think I'm unloveable. I'm too demanding, too quirky - and not pretty enough to make up for it. I don't think any boy will ever take interest in me, at the rate I'm going.

It's okay, I suppose. I'm pretty independent, and I'll always have my friends - even though they'll all go off and get married. They're not unbearable. Oh, I wish that I was shorter, and had softer features, and could be cute and irresistible. Then again, I've always thought that stuff was overrated.

In any case, I'm going to go work on my Spell Resisting Draught. I have almost all the ingredients. I told Casey I wouldn't use it on Tatupu, but maybe I could "accidentally" confuse it with my pumpkin juice on the same day I annoy him into hexing me (shouldn't be that hard). Of course, seeing as it's supposed to have a consistency of tar, that could be difficult to confuse. Oh wait, we're talking about a potion I brewed. Never mind, it'll be completely believable.

Thanks for listening, little book!

P.S. I promise to name you someday.