Preface: Imagine if you will Voldemort curled up on his bed, after an evening of muggle torture, writing in a fluffy pink journal with a gel pen, wearing a skin clarifying face mask.
Dear Evil Diary,
Tonight we tortured some mudbloods. It was almost like old times: Lucy made fun of Wormtail, and there was lots of raping, drinking, and nasty curses. Quite satisfying to get back to normal. Now if I could only get rid of that blasted Harry Potter I might get a little sleep at night. Speaking of sleep... I got a new bed. it is rather nice, and i have some lovely strawberry shortcake bedding too. Hmmmmm... Strawberry shortcake sounds good. I shall send someone for it, yes with lots of whipped cream.
-Wormtail has gone to get the strawberry shortcake... I should have told him to use the light whip. having whatever you want to eat is bad for one's figure sometimes.
I am to have tea with Corona next week. She is very vexed that I have been such an absentee grandfather all these years... never mind that much of that is her mudblood loving mother and precious Harry Potter's faults. Corona amuses me because she is completely without fear. For instance, she told me last time that because I wasn't around for the first 20 years of her life I owed her 40 presents for all the birthdays and christmases during which she had not gotten presents from me. Can you imagine the audacity of demanding things from the dark lord, who can and might kill you at any time. Not to mention that she is going to marry that Weasley boy and flaunts her affection for that blasted Potter. If there is one thing I can say about her it is that she is the only person on this planet more insane than I am.
Well Wormtail has returned with my treat and I am off to eat it.
Love,
Lord Voldemort
Dear Evil Diary,
Tonight we tortured some mudbloods. It was almost like old times: Lucy made fun of Wormtail, and there was lots of raping, drinking, and nasty curses. Quite satisfying to get back to normal. Now if I could only get rid of that blasted Harry Potter I might get a little sleep at night. Speaking of sleep... I got a new bed. it is rather nice, and i have some lovely strawberry shortcake bedding too. Hmmmmm... Strawberry shortcake sounds good. I shall send someone for it, yes with lots of whipped cream.
-Wormtail has gone to get the strawberry shortcake... I should have told him to use the light whip. having whatever you want to eat is bad for one's figure sometimes.
I am to have tea with Corona next week. She is very vexed that I have been such an absentee grandfather all these years... never mind that much of that is her mudblood loving mother and precious Harry Potter's faults. Corona amuses me because she is completely without fear. For instance, she told me last time that because I wasn't around for the first 20 years of her life I owed her 40 presents for all the birthdays and christmases during which she had not gotten presents from me. Can you imagine the audacity of demanding things from the dark lord, who can and might kill you at any time. Not to mention that she is going to marry that Weasley boy and flaunts her affection for that blasted Potter. If there is one thing I can say about her it is that she is the only person on this planet more insane than I am.
Well Wormtail has returned with my treat and I am off to eat it.
Love,
Lord Voldemort