Hey there, diary. Another day in Auradon Prep, another adventure waiting to unfold. As the daughter of Maleficent, life here is never dull. From classes with fairy godmothers to hanging out with my loyal boyfriend Azmodeus Ravenmore, each day brings something new and exciting.

I woke up early this morning to the sound of birds chirping outside my window. The sun was just starting to peek through the clouds, casting a warm glow over everything it touched. I could hear students bustling about in the hallways as they prepared for another day of learning and laughter.

After getting dressed in my signature purple and black ensemble (a nod to my mother's iconic style), I headed down to breakfast where Azmodeus was already waiting for me. His dark wings were folded neatly behind him as he flashed me a charming smile that made my heart skip a beat.

We chatted about our plans for the day as we ate our meal - classes first, followed by some quality time together exploring the magical gardens on campus. Despite his intimidating appearance, Azmodeus has always been such a gentle soul with a passion for nature that rivals even mine.

In between classes on potion-making and villain history (my personal favorite subject), Azmodeus surprised me with a beautiful bouquet of enchanted roses he had picked from one of the gardens earlier that morning. Their petals shimmered in various shades of purple under the sunlight, reminding me once again why I fell so deeply in love with him.

As evening approached, we decided to take a stroll along Dragon Ridge - one of our favorite spots on campus overlooking all of Auradon Kingdom below us like twinkling stars against an endless sky. We sat together in silence for what felt like hours just enjoying each other's company before heading back towards our dormitories hand-in-hand.

And now here I am writing this entry before bed - reflecting on yet another perfect day spent at Auradon Prep surrounded by magic and love beyond measure. Life truly couldn't get any better than this. Goodnight diary, Malorie Bertha