Just look at you, you beautiful man. The way your smile gleams. How your incredible hair shines with that Bunble & bumble conditioner mummy bought for your last birthday. I’d kiss you if I could, but unfortunately, even a mirror can’t do you justice. I love the way your eyes shine, and how daring and brave you are. You’re the best wizard in the whole world. That’s right. You’re the best wizard in the world. If only I was lucky enough to marry you. I love you, Gilderoy. What a name. It makes my heart croon...and my loins tremble. In ecstasy. Pleasure. Anticipation. I’ve gotten too excited. Excuse me, I’ll be back to write later. I have some urgent business I must attend to.
I’ve finally met some of the people I’ll be working with in my quest to become even more wonderful than before! There’s a lizard man named Newt, who insists he isn’t a lizard; a weasel boy named Roy, who insists he isn’t a weasel; there’s Sirius, who wears lots of black and looks unhealthily pale and always has a sour look; there’s a very spunky fish; there’s a very kinky old nurse, who I’m very sure would thrive in the Lockhart Pleasure Palace; there’s another boy that looks like the weasel boy, but doesn’t seem like a weasel at all - Franklin is his name; there’s also Rita Skeeter of course. We go way back and all, due to how famous I am. She’s such a charming lady. I think there are other people too, but they’re not really important because I’ve clearly forgotten them. Tootle Loo, my Diary. I shall see you again soon.
It is unfortunate to admit, but I lost the challenge to day. Despite my best efforts, I could not rally my team to victory. Every great man suffers a setback; this is just one of mine. Though I performed perfectly and it was not my fault in the slightest, I must rally and train my team to become as exemplary as me - that is my fault. A great leader should ensure that every man or woman following his lead is as great as he - that was not the case tonight. Alas, my Diary, I shall improve them in the future. We need more Botox and Barefoot mini wine bottles to help bring these people up to the status of Gilderoy the Gallant.
Once again we lost, through no fault of my own, as I am the pinnacle of human perfection. Though, my mind weighs heavy. Every day, I find myself missing the cold touch and embrace of my sweet Sirius Skywalker. My dark Anakin Cullen, my pale vampiric friend and lover. We will be reunited one day.
