Sketchbook Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I held my bag, staring at the clock, of course I could always just leave school and disappear, focus on more important things I should be doing rather than this, I just had to exercise patience. I brought out my book from my bag, and my pen, silently scribbling in it, but it wasn't a textbook, the leather-bound purple cover of my grimiore with a triqueta insignia on the cover stared back at me, worn and familiar. I exhaled slowly, calming the pulse of magic humming beneath my skin, my pen moved on instinct, sketching the triquetra along the margins. Tap. Tap. Tap.

She answers me and claims too that we have this certain friendship just like that guy named Harry. “Actually.” She chimes happily. “I want you to have this.” Out of nowhere she grabs my free hand and placed something over my palm. It was something hard on the outside and had something spiral on the left side which binds something, that could potentially be papers, all together. It was a rectangular book and had a lot of thick papers in it which seemed like a sheet that would be good for sketching. “What is this?” I asked her. “It’s a sketchbook.” She answers. “Your sketchbook.” She corrected.