Journal.

Pascal's Journal -- Read on, if you dare.

+---[ Pascal Curio - Journal ]------------------------------------------------+
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| This book has definitely seen better days, or has it been constructed to    |
| look so... used? The blood red leather that is the skin of this journal has |
| many creases all over it, and the spine looks as if it is about to fall     |
| off. A single, long piece of dark brown thong is attached to the book, and |
| seems to be the only thing that ties together to keep the book closed. Of   |
| course, given the owner of this journal, this piece of string that keeps    |
| the book shut is heavily charmed and spells of guarding keep this book from |
| being opened by anyone other than the owner, or a person that the owner     |
| would deem, 'worthy.' Her charms are not of the most advanced magic,        |
| however, so someone many years her superior, say, her godfather, would be   |
| able to cast several spells, and the book would almost pop open. The inside |
| pages of the leather journal are stained a heavy yellow, with age, and even |
| though it is the 1990s, the pen used to write in the journal seems to be in |
| the form of... a feathered quill. Red ink seems to be the favourite here,   |
| the ink drying so that it becomes an almost sickening dried blood.          |
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| The handwriting on the inside of the leather journal is extremely neat and |
| meticulous. The writing is heavily slanted to the right hand side, and the |
| baseline is angled downwards. The connections between the letters are sharp |
| and needle-like, and at the same time, there is close to no spacing between |
| each word, as well as the letters. Everything is crammed together as close |
| as possible. The stems of her 't's and 'd's are long and pointed, there is |
| no looping, and the stems of the 't's are crossed way above the midpoint of |
| the 't'. The loops of the 'y's, 'g's, and 'j's are barely complete, and the |
| 'a's and 'o's have been been closed off with careful precision.             |
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Feb 29, 1996

Just when you think you have to tear your hair out in boredom, someone interesting comes along. Caught who I presumed to be, a jerk, smoking in the forum, while I'm trying to read. Elijah Cruise. If Cathryn were reading over my shoulder she would scream. I probably shouldn't write his name because she probably memorized the sound of pen scratching out those letters.
Turns out maybe I should have gone to the Valentine's Dance, though to be honest I'd rather kiss a centaur's ass. He claims to have been paid to put a love potion in the drinks, and given the rumours of what happened, I believe him. So smoking jerk turned out alright, for the time being.

The next line is scribbled in what appears to be a rather angry manner; much pressure has been applied to the quill here.

I cannot find my book. Shit.

Scrawled in a heavy cursive that is barely readable is the signature, P.Curio.

March 1, 1996

Apparently I had dropped my book in the forum yesterday when I left from talking with Elijah. He returned it back to me today, and seemed, for a moment, friendlier than usual. He had gone to see Potthast. She'd went and gone to get a picture of herself half naked inside one of those magazines. As I'd take the boy, he went to go make her life miserable. I have yet to get my hands on a copy of that magazine, but when I do, I need to go request an autograph.
Elijah spoke briefly about banding the those that were like 'us' together. He doesn't know anything about me nor I about him, but I'll play along. For all I know, he could be trying to use me as a pawn. I'll take this as I will, but he better watch himself.

Fin.

Scrawled in a heavy cursive that is barely readable is the signature, P.Curio.

March 5, 1996

Got bored and had to do some stalking around the halls again. You hear some pretty interesting things, and sometimes I find this better than hexing the toes off of some random student. Wandered into the Library and managed to scare off a few students. Saw that Dragon girl again, but didn't catch the name. Hard not to notice a dragon walking around the grounds. Met this young boy. Very interesting. Very fiery. Very submissive. I enjoyed myself. Charmed some magical creature repellent orb that he had with him, and will now watch closely to see how he uses it, if he's not too chicken shit to use it.

Fin

Scrawled in a heavy cursive that is barely readable is the signature, P.Curio.

March 7, 1996

Saw a falcon on the grounds yesterday. Beautiful. It soon grew tired of me (I don't blame it, if I was a falcon I'd not want to deal with some human), flew away and was replaced with Elijah Cruise. Quite possibly not who I think he is. Will have to speak with him more thoroughly to find out. Mysterious boy.
I believe I got Orb Boy in a spot of trouble with Nadezhda Ivanovna inside her classroom. Bloody fat bitch just about crushed me with her desk. I did, however, score a barbed whip out of it. Believe that there is dried blood caked on the whip. Will have to do some testing, which requires permanently borrowing more supplies from the potion room.
Interrupted a romantic tryst between orb boy and his girlfriend today. They have names, Toby and Lien respectively. Latter seems to lack any sort of confidence whatsoever. Disgusting. Toby may be molded into shape, but I am more interested with the fact that he is so easily to be swayed. Did not need to distract purple whale inside classroom for me, but did so anyway. Do I thank him? No, I could have taken care of myself, but he was fun to watch anyway. Not everyday you see someone turn purple from rage.
Orb of Wonder works of course, except its effects surprise even me. Didn't realize that it would do that. Should have never ever doubted anything that Diophantus imposed upon me to learn. Would thank him if he cared to hear me speak. I do not look forward to seeing him again come the summer. With any luck, he'll be away in Austria and I will have the manor to myself. I am convinced that he is a dark wizard.
Someone, and it better be a girl, has been tampering with my gold lock on my chest in the dorm room. Stupid. Diophantus does not enchant things for me because he feels kind.

Fin.

Scrawled in a heavy cursive that is barely readable is the signature, P.Curio.

March 10, 1996

What a total and complete brat! I think I can work with this. I have a stinking suspicion that Elijah put a laughing-bubble potion in the soup at dinner. Lien and Toby drank it of course, and the former ran away before I could even begin to make her life even more miserable.
On a side note: I think the Potions Classroom needs more Retroactum Serum.
Toby Darling had better watch himself.
Was in such good spirits after what I did to Toby. So good in fact, that I sat for about a half hour with some girl who would have normally annoyed the hell out of me. What's wrong with me?

Fin.