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Lucius Julien Malfoy

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[26 Jun 2005|02:38am]
[ mood | angry ]

That was unpleasant.

Draco, I am displeased.

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[02 May 2005|04:20pm]
It has been quite some time since I last had proper stimulation. Everyone has their outlets; I have been denied mine for far too long.

It is quiet. There should be more motion.


Attention must be paid.
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[25 Dec 2004|03:40pm]
[ mood | bitter ]

How utterly do I despise this season.

The chill within is enough to make lesser men weep like babes or Mudbloods.

Nothing of mine is bearing its proper fruit.

I shall continue to wait.

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[27 Jun 2004|09:04am]
I should not have looked into this confounded journal tonight. Not that the date would have passed me without my knowledge otherwise - the days do blend into a dreary mass here, but I still haven't lost my grasp of the outside world.

Still. My love's entry today threw into sharp relief the fond memories of my wedding night 20 years ago, and the absolute misery of this moment. I should be reaping the fruit of my success now, not rot away in a dank cell.

And the cane! That sweet present of my bride, what has become of it? I still vividly remember when it bit the late Burkes in the throat until he turned blue when he proved to be a, shall we say, persistent negotiant...

Get me out of here. If the mutt can, there must be a way.
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[20 Jun 2004|01:17pm]
[ mood | bemused ]

It is quiet.

Too quiet. No more snivelling howling whimpering from my in-law. I had gotten rather attached to his sounds of misery.

It is probably too optimistic to hope that he has finally bitten it.

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Well. [14 Jun 2004|11:31pm]
[ mood | sod off. ]

Yes, within the confinement of this gaol I am subjected to indignities you would not have imagined in your most sordid bouts of depression. Every garish day crawls like a weed-clogged wave, every hour feels like a year whose days are long. My only distraction from Death, Dread and Doom is a little book full of inanities written by children or blithering idiots, or both.

That said, I would not want any of you to wallow in the illusion that the fact of your resumed wretched existence afflicts me even peripherally.

This goes especially for flea-ridden cousins in law.

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[18 Apr 2004|11:48am]
[ mood | amused ]

When I asked for entertainment, this wasn't quite what I had in mind. But who is going to look a gift horse in the mouth?

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The blank pages of this thing have irritated me for quite some time now. [12 Apr 2004|08:45am]

I woke up.

I stared at the wall.

I went to sleep again.

Entertain me.

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