Dartmoor Warden’s Personal Log, Entry 101301

What a job. Ten years next week, and it’s still not getting any easier. Mind control maniacs, plague doctors, that mad banker… and them. There’s only five of them, I just don’t understand how they cause so much trouble. And all so… uniquely dangerous. Torquemada seemed fine at first - pleasant. Crazy as a bag of squirrels of course, but seemed harmless enough and well meaning, until you realise the kind of thing she considers a good idea. Michaels and Rockwell-Hawthorne are cold killers, that was fairly clear - no insanity plea there, no regret, but they behave well enough these days now they’ve settled in a bit and given up on escape attempts - lost some good men that night. Dangerous, dangerous men. Glad they approved the funding for the extra security we requested. Campbell, doing deals with everyone, swear they can't even serve her food without her trying to barter a favour for a few extra peas. Hate to think how many cigarettes that one has under her bed. And Lambert! Right charmer, I know she has Stevens wrapped around her finger and I have my doubts about Murphy, but Kearns is keeping an eye on them. Some of the things she says and just expects you to swallow! I can only rotate the guards so many times, and in all honesty, trying to stop the little pyramid schemes, the favour trading - that'd take more hours than there are in the day. Hate to think what they were like on the outside. I have to say, 30 years of working maximum security, I thought I’d seen it all. The callous, the sullen, the keeping their heads down, the resigned - you name any crime, I know someone that’s done it, but bloody wytches…

We’ve separated them as best we can, each in a different corner of the secure wing; Torquemada in a nice padded cell, of course. Next to Baxter - he was in one of his ranting phases again last week, driving Gary nuts. We started making sure to put them on different meal times after the near riot last June. We monitor them closer than any others, even some of the bloody serial killers, but I still swear they’re up to something.

After talking to Kearns, have decided to give all of them luxuries and more comfortable cells. Not because they deserve it. More to keep them quiet. It’s that or solitary, and even without magic, I don’t like the idea of folk like that with nothing to do but think…