"Blaise couldn’t be here, not that I am sorry he’s missing out. He’d probably invite you to bed for a birthday romp and I’d be forced to beat him, Draco’s orders. Anyhow, he sent me with this." She handed over an elegantly wrapped gift. She ripped open the paper covering it and revealed a small black journal with gold trim. The pages were made of heavy, expensive parchment and she traced the pages lovingly.