Really, this is just made for pure fun, and I hope you enjoy it. It'll be like actual diary entries. I don't own Pandora Hearts, nor do I own the characters in it.
July 15th, XXXX.
Ah! I honestly don't know where to start about today!
First off, the weather was lovely. It was just perfect for visiting the Vessalius rose garden and taking a stroll to find a few ladies to have an idle chat with. As usual, my luck hasn't changed, but I can always keep trying, eh? Besides, all ladies enjoy a man who pursues them until the day they get betrothed, anyway.
Enough of my ramblings on that subject, though. Today was a very special day for me, though.
Political parties are always dull, but my parents dragged us off to one of those nobility parties I've always disliked. This time it was hosted by the Baskerville household, though, so it was a chance to at least get a peek inside that curious mansion~ Among the groups of people I saw was miss Miranda Barma, looking as beautiful as always. The same goes for some of the Rainsworth family members and even some of the Nightrays decided to join in.
But, that's not the best part of it: I made a new friend.
His name is Glen Baskerville, and obviously he's the head of the Baskerville household. He can't be more than my age, but that doesn't mean anything, does it? Even though I've never been one for nobility and such, he must live for that kind of stuff. Our conversation was brief at first, but it ended up going better than I thought after our parents introduced us to him. ( And quite honestly, I don't think Glen liked my two elder brothers, but I'll leave that for him to decide, obviously. Haha. ) I'm glad I was able to meet his servant, Fang, too. He was nice, a pretty humorous character, at that, too.
Our conversation lasted well over a few hours collectively. Of course I had to let him talk to a few of the other guests. I didn't want to be rude, obviously enough, so I would let him go to make his respective rounds as the host of the party.
Each time I thought our conversation was over for good, each time he'd come back.
Really! I didn't think he could be such a chatterbox, either. He seemed so quiet and dark, but I guess he's just a prime example of don't read a book by it's cover? Or… was that judge a book? Never mind, it doesn't matter, anyway, because all that I care about is the bond we're starting to share despite the status difference between us in the society around us. He even told me of a secret path to get through so I could visit him daily whenever I got bored of the trivial chores and teachings my parents want me to go through. I'm twenty-five and I really have to go through that still? At least I have a safe haven to shelter in, now, finally.
Sadly it's becoming late, and the candle is just about to burn out more than I should have let in the first place. My eyes are hurting, at that, so it's best I put down the quell and ink for the night and wait to write up more on my new friend and our plans with each other. Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither was this diary, figuratively speaking.
Good night, and sweet dreams before the next time my pen hits the paper.
Sincerely,
Jack Vessalius.