The dormitory was dark. Flickers of candlelight were the only thing that illuminated your schoolwork while you sat at the desk in the room alone. Your other roommates were in the common room but you had to finish up some extra work. Though this was proving to be frustrating and you just realized you had the wrong spell book.

You rummaged through your bag but stopped when you saw a book that didn’t belong. It was dark and leather bound, though smaller than your regular textbooks. You flipped it over and saw a few letters inscribed into it— ‘TMR’.

It was weird to see someone’s diary with your stuff. You figured it must have accidentally gotten with your stuff during your trip to Diagon Alley. Regardless, you opened the book and oddly found the old pages to be empty. Grabbing your ink pen you wrote on the pages just to test it out. A small simple ‘Hi’ scribbled in your handwriting. Your eyes widened when your writing simply faded away.

On the page another message appeared, in rather elegant handwriting, reading;

‘Hello’.