Day 64
Its over two months since perfect Potter landed me in jail. I would have started writing in my journal sooner but Draco, the stupid boy, kept forgetting to send me a quill and ink. Of course the guards had to cast an anti-mutilation spell on the quill so i could not relieve the monotony with a bit of self mutilation, saying that I do not really think I would want to damage these good looks.

Even more depressing is since the latest attempted jail break failure by Fladmire De'vant the Dark Lord has not sent anymore morons to 'rescue me'. In some ways their stupidity demoralised me, yet it did give me someting to laugh at. However, most of the fools get caught and placed in the cells next to me. The men generally aren't too bad, but the women, such as Terra Wandshaft seem to think my name is Luscious and swoon whenever I am walking by. They are then dragged off to the hospital wing...there's an idea maybe I should swoon at my own reflection...

Or not! that would leave me dangerously exposed to Bodric the Beastly (as he's known in here). He's been sniffing about my cell recently, asking if I'd like to play with his wand...

Urgh, here comes that cheery little guard again. He thinks it's his job to bring sunshine into our bleak little hearts by playing damned Muggle music. I must go and rattle my cup against the bars in protest, Hades how I wish the dementors were here....

Lucius Malfoy...