4 September
Must there always be a problem in my midst? I can never aquire the position of Professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts. Aldus knows very well I am fully applicable for the occupation. Who but me knows the exact elements of Dark Magic? Certainly not those buffoons he places in the position. He's probably afraid of my skill in Dark Magic and chooses I am perfectly harmless in the logics surrounding Potion Making. How wrong that idiot is.
Off the subject of my anger, good news has finally approached my grieving dark life. I have met the most beautiful woman in the world. She has hair of dark ebony, eyes of deepest obsidian, and a body no mortal can touch without the pain of her slipping through my fingers. What is this feeling? Have I sunk so low to feel this painful pleasure that is infatuation? She furnishes my mind with things of benevolece and compassion. She stirs the desire inside me and sucks my bloody veins from detestment. I'm living in sin with those unpure thoughts of passion. It's a crime of passion that now controle what little power i have left. I must have her; she will be mine.
§7 September
Those students of mine don't know what they're getting onto. Soon, I will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor! Such rapture runs through my veins. Almost as much rapture as when I saw my beautiful dark angel today. She was more beautiful today than I ever witnessed. Even her name (which I just overheard) shines like a black pearl. Clarity Crimson. I wonder why I have never seen her in all my thirty-eight years of existance. But that is of no matter. She will be mine if it's the last thing I do.
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