My Past Lover

A strange notebook and a new friend

'Is it some kind of dark magic?'

'You could say that'

I was appalled at this strange notebook.
I never knew you could quickly message someone just by writing on a paper. My thoughts were cut-off when I saw the person writing a message again

'I have some questions I would like to ask'

'Ask away'

'Is your name really Vela or are you making a fool out of me'

'Excuse me? Of course my name is Vela. What are you talking about?"

'Never mind then. I apologize for sounding so rude'

'You know I can't hear you?'

'You know what I meant'

I chuckled at his reply.

'Where are you from? How come you have a notebook like this?' I wrote

'That's for you to find out'

'I really don't need stress right now. I had enough of that'

'I don't trust you with this information, after all I just met you'

'We haven't technically met yet'

'Can I at least know if you're from Hogwarts? I study there' I asked him

'I was..yes'

'Was? Are you old or something?'

'That's for you to find out'

'You really got to stop saying that'

'I don't trust you, remember?'

'Yes, I understand'

'What do you look like?' I wrote

'I don't really want to share how I look like with a stranger'

'You already know who I am, just not how I look like. You could trust me, I'm not dangerous or something'

'I will think about it'

I was about to reply to his message when a knock came at my door. I quickly shut the notebook and placed it on my drawer. I stood up and opened the door to see who's outside.

"Minnie?" I said seeing my personal house elf outside my room

"Minnie is told to inform Miss Vela that dinner is ready" she said while bowing

"Alright Minnie, I'll be down in a minute" I said

She nodded and apparated, probably going to the kitchens

I went towards my desk and made sure my notebook was hidden properly. I wouldn't want anyone stealing it.

I descended down the stairs and went towards the dining room. My brother and parents were already situated, they were probably waiting for me.

I sat on the chair and just in time, the elves appeared and placed the dishes on the table.
We ate while my parents were silently conversing about the Ministry.

I was thinking about the notebook that I have.
It was really strange. I mean, I never heard of some kind of magic where you can communicate with someone using a notebook or any object at all. And the man that I met. Well we basically haven't met yet but you know what I mean. I just realize his name sounded so familiar. It's like I have read or heard it before.
And his initial's are T.M.R.