Julia sent another owl to Rhyden. I don't think I could have stopped her, and I didn't dare try.
I'm hoping she's right and that he still loves her.
I'm scared that I'm right and that her owl will make him too angry.
If I was a good sister, I probably wouldn't have told my parents. But I'm scared a bit. I just told my dad. My mum would be a mess. He thinks everything will be okay eventually. Rhyden will ignore the owl and eventually my sister will get over him. Maybe he's right. I don't know. I wish I could fast forward this part of my life and get to the place where we're happy again.
Do any of you have a spell for that?
I'm joking...sort of.
28 December 1997
26 December 1997
Nightmares
I'm feeling horrible and hopeless.
I had a really bad nightmare last night.
Julia ran away, but this time I didn't find her. My mum stopped talking completely and my dad talked but he acted like he had no life left inside of him. I told them we have to keep searching, but they said it was no use. Julia's gone forever. I tried to get out of the cabin to search for her, but every time I opened the door to go outside, I was back inside again. I kept trying and trying.
Then later a wizard came and he was going to erase our memories. I said we'd never want to lose our memories. I yelled at him to go away. But then my mum said they invited him, and they want to forget Julia because they'll never be able to find her. I screamed that it was a lie and begged them not to do it. The wizard waved his wand and said something to my parents. They then all stared at me and laughed.
I hate that dream. It's the worst dream I've ever had.
Well...I hope you guys had a nice Christmas. Please tell me how it went for you.
I had a really bad nightmare last night.
Julia ran away, but this time I didn't find her. My mum stopped talking completely and my dad talked but he acted like he had no life left inside of him. I told them we have to keep searching, but they said it was no use. Julia's gone forever. I tried to get out of the cabin to search for her, but every time I opened the door to go outside, I was back inside again. I kept trying and trying.
Then later a wizard came and he was going to erase our memories. I said we'd never want to lose our memories. I yelled at him to go away. But then my mum said they invited him, and they want to forget Julia because they'll never be able to find her. I screamed that it was a lie and begged them not to do it. The wizard waved his wand and said something to my parents. They then all stared at me and laughed.
I hate that dream. It's the worst dream I've ever had.
Well...I hope you guys had a nice Christmas. Please tell me how it went for you.
24 December 1997
Darkness and Sadness
Julia is very depressed, and I don't know what to do. I'm scared. And seeing her so sad makes me feel so sad.
She cries. She doesn't eat...and she's already way too skinny.
She barely talks.
She doesn't watch her favourite soap opera anymore. It's almost like she's died.
That's the worst thing, and I worry she'll never be happy again.
The other thing (which is not as bad) is she's making things happen...maybe. Our electricity keeps going off. The computers are acting funny. It could be the weather, but I doubt it. Our Christmas ornaments shattered. The stuffing in our pillows vanished. Yesterday, our microwave caught on fire. The owners of the Holiday Park weren't too happy when we told them it needs to be replaced...even though we told them we'd pay for it. I think they think we're troublemakers.
I hope all of you have a Happy Christmas. Thank you for your friendship.
She cries. She doesn't eat...and she's already way too skinny.
She barely talks.
She doesn't watch her favourite soap opera anymore. It's almost like she's died.
That's the worst thing, and I worry she'll never be happy again.
The other thing (which is not as bad) is she's making things happen...maybe. Our electricity keeps going off. The computers are acting funny. It could be the weather, but I doubt it. Our Christmas ornaments shattered. The stuffing in our pillows vanished. Yesterday, our microwave caught on fire. The owners of the Holiday Park weren't too happy when we told them it needs to be replaced...even though we told them we'd pay for it. I think they think we're troublemakers.
I hope all of you have a Happy Christmas. Thank you for your friendship.
21 December 1997
The Best Christmas Gift Ever!
Julia is alive!!!! She's fine. And she saved my life. I am so proud because she used magic!
I was in the forest looking for her and.....
A drop bear jumped down from the trees and landed on my head. It was so scary. I really thought that was the end of me, because drop bears are known to eat humans. Then Julia suddenly appeared, pulled out her wand, and said Immobulus. The drop bear froze, and I was able to get myself free.
I am so happy and relieved.
We're all alive and fine. Well, Julia's not so fine actually. She's really depressed. I don't know why. She isn't even proud that she saved my life. She said it was just a fluke. She can say what she wants. I'm still proud of her, and I'm still happy that we're all alive.
I was in the forest looking for her and.....
A drop bear jumped down from the trees and landed on my head. It was so scary. I really thought that was the end of me, because drop bears are known to eat humans. Then Julia suddenly appeared, pulled out her wand, and said Immobulus. The drop bear froze, and I was able to get myself free.
I am so happy and relieved.
We're all alive and fine. Well, Julia's not so fine actually. She's really depressed. I don't know why. She isn't even proud that she saved my life. She said it was just a fluke. She can say what she wants. I'm still proud of her, and I'm still happy that we're all alive.
Julia
I think I'm going to look for Julia. I have an idea where she might be. My parents are asleep and I can sneak out. I'm worried for myself and that makes me feel so selfish. Oh well.
My dad is going to wake up early and start searching again. He says there's no use searching at night because it's too dark. But during the day it's way too hot. It was 35 degrees today! Tomorrow it's supposed to be even worse. I don't want my dad to have a heart attack from the heat.
I have a backpack with snacks and water. I'm wearing pants and socks because of snakes and spiders. That's going to make me even more hot though.
I'll probably be okay. I think.
Thank you so much for all your kindness.
My dad is going to wake up early and start searching again. He says there's no use searching at night because it's too dark. But during the day it's way too hot. It was 35 degrees today! Tomorrow it's supposed to be even worse. I don't want my dad to have a heart attack from the heat.
I have a backpack with snacks and water. I'm wearing pants and socks because of snakes and spiders. That's going to make me even more hot though.
I'll probably be okay. I think.
Thank you so much for all your kindness.
20 December 1997
19 December 1997
The Sinking Ship
We saw a fantastic film tonight, and I think I'm in love.
It's called Titanic. I am guessing you guys have heard of the Muggle ship that sunk in 1912. The film was about that. It was so sad, but also so exciting and romantic. My whole family cried. Well, my dad and I just had a few tears. Julia and my mum were bawling. It was funny...but sweet. Julia doesn't usually cry when we watch films.
When we got home there was something waiting for us. An owl. Julia was so excited. She grabbed the letter it was carrying, and then let it go. Then she ran into her room and shut the door. I knocked a few times because I want to know who the letter is from. My dad said I should give her some space, and she'll tell me when she's ready.
My mum's not too happy about her getting an owl, of course. My dad said to her that it's not right for us to cut off her communication from friends. I think I agree with him. I understand the need to hide, but it's going to be too sad for Julia if we make her feel like a prisoner.
It's called Titanic. I am guessing you guys have heard of the Muggle ship that sunk in 1912. The film was about that. It was so sad, but also so exciting and romantic. My whole family cried. Well, my dad and I just had a few tears. Julia and my mum were bawling. It was funny...but sweet. Julia doesn't usually cry when we watch films.
When we got home there was something waiting for us. An owl. Julia was so excited. She grabbed the letter it was carrying, and then let it go. Then she ran into her room and shut the door. I knocked a few times because I want to know who the letter is from. My dad said I should give her some space, and she'll tell me when she's ready.
My mum's not too happy about her getting an owl, of course. My dad said to her that it's not right for us to cut off her communication from friends. I think I agree with him. I understand the need to hide, but it's going to be too sad for Julia if we make her feel like a prisoner.
09 December 1997
Update
Well, we're getting along better now. Sort of.
My dad felt really guilty about calling Julia stupid. He has apologised about fifty zillion times. She accepted his apology, but is kind of making him grovel. And when he tried to explain why we shouldn't call you-know-who "The Dark Lord"; or why life will be terrible for all of us if you-know-who wins, she refused to listen.
I apologised to my mum and she was nice. She said maybe she was a bit too harsh with me. She said she doesn't think Harry Potter is bad. She thinks he means well, but that he is probably not as spectacular as people imagine. I think she might be right, but I don't want her to be.
I'm confused about everything. Yeah, well....what else is new?
We're going to go get ice-cream, so I'll talk to you later.
My dad felt really guilty about calling Julia stupid. He has apologised about fifty zillion times. She accepted his apology, but is kind of making him grovel. And when he tried to explain why we shouldn't call you-know-who "The Dark Lord"; or why life will be terrible for all of us if you-know-who wins, she refused to listen.
I apologised to my mum and she was nice. She said maybe she was a bit too harsh with me. She said she doesn't think Harry Potter is bad. She thinks he means well, but that he is probably not as spectacular as people imagine. I think she might be right, but I don't want her to be.
I'm confused about everything. Yeah, well....what else is new?
We're going to go get ice-cream, so I'll talk to you later.
Harry Potter
Today at lunch we talked about Harry Potter. Maybe I should say we argued. OR maybe I should say we had a huge fight.
My dad thinks Harry Potter is the chosen one, that he's going to somehow save us all. He's a believer through and through. I want to be that too. I want to have faith. But I don't know. Is it realistic?
My mum thinks Harry Potter is just a kid and we're foolishly clinging to some type of silly mythology. She said Dumbledore was probably slightly delusional. That really angered my dad.
Then Julia says Harry Potter is an arrogant prat.
I don't think I've ever seen my dad get so mad before. It was kind of scary. My mum got mad at him for getting mad.
If Julia was smart, she might have shut up by then. Instead she said if Harry Potter fights "The Dark Lord" she hopes he'll lose so we can all go back to our normal lives.
My dad said, you're a bloody idiot. He slammed down his plate, got up, and went back into the cabin. He slammed the door shut.
Julia started crying and said she hated my dad because who calls their own daughter an idiot? I agree. He shouldn't have said that. But he was so angry. And please don't think badly of my dad. He's usually not like that at all. He's very gentle, and very nice. It's just Julia is so frustrating. What is she thinking? If Harry Potter dies, and you-know-who takes over....how is our life going to be normal? I don't understand her.
Everyone is mad at everyone and no one is speaking. I wanted to get away and go walk on the beach, but my mum said I can't. It's too dangerous for me to go alone. I said "Oh. What? Is Harry Potter going to jump out of the bushes and kill me?" She was NOT happy, and sent me to my room for being cheeky. I'm usually not like that with my mum. That's Julia's job, but I don't know. Something came over me.
Now I'm stuck in my room.
My dad thinks Harry Potter is the chosen one, that he's going to somehow save us all. He's a believer through and through. I want to be that too. I want to have faith. But I don't know. Is it realistic?
My mum thinks Harry Potter is just a kid and we're foolishly clinging to some type of silly mythology. She said Dumbledore was probably slightly delusional. That really angered my dad.
Then Julia says Harry Potter is an arrogant prat.
I don't think I've ever seen my dad get so mad before. It was kind of scary. My mum got mad at him for getting mad.
If Julia was smart, she might have shut up by then. Instead she said if Harry Potter fights "The Dark Lord" she hopes he'll lose so we can all go back to our normal lives.
My dad said, you're a bloody idiot. He slammed down his plate, got up, and went back into the cabin. He slammed the door shut.
Julia started crying and said she hated my dad because who calls their own daughter an idiot? I agree. He shouldn't have said that. But he was so angry. And please don't think badly of my dad. He's usually not like that at all. He's very gentle, and very nice. It's just Julia is so frustrating. What is she thinking? If Harry Potter dies, and you-know-who takes over....how is our life going to be normal? I don't understand her.
Everyone is mad at everyone and no one is speaking. I wanted to get away and go walk on the beach, but my mum said I can't. It's too dangerous for me to go alone. I said "Oh. What? Is Harry Potter going to jump out of the bushes and kill me?" She was NOT happy, and sent me to my room for being cheeky. I'm usually not like that with my mum. That's Julia's job, but I don't know. Something came over me.
Now I'm stuck in my room.
03 December 1997
In the Sand
Hello!
This day seemed so long, but it was pretty nice. My mum took Julie out shopping, and they went to dinner. That's kind of good because they have been fighting so much lately. I think this was my mum's way of trying to make peace between them. I'm not sure if it worked really. Well, they didn't come out yelling at each other, so that's good. But it's not like they came home acting like best friends. My mum went into the kitchen and read a magazine. Julia locked herself in her room.
While they were away, my dad and I went out to the beach to watch the sunset. You're going to laugh, but guess what we did together. We built a sandcastle! It made me feel like I was six-years-old. I had fun though.
I wanted to wade in the water a bit, but there were jellyfish on the beach. My mum says if they're on the beach, they're also in the water. I put my hands in a bit just to fill the buckets with water. That's about it. I wouldn't want to get stung.
Back to the sandcastle....
When we were building it, there was this moment where I felt really really happy. I almost liked the idea of moving here. But then I felt sad and the happiness faded away. I guess what bothers me is that...well, we've kind of been kicked out of London. That's different from leaving out of your own free will. I mean I know no one forced us to go. We left by choice. But we left because my parents felt that if we didn't we'd be in danger.
This is very stupid, but sometimes I feel the whole country rejected us and spit us out. I know that's not true. I know there's just a few very evil prejudice people, but....
Oh never mind. I can't explain it.
Anyway, besides my silly thoughts the day was nice.
I hope all of you are okay. I hope you're eating well and staying out of danger. I know you're in the middle of a war, but I hope you have some happy moments anyway.
Good night.
This day seemed so long, but it was pretty nice. My mum took Julie out shopping, and they went to dinner. That's kind of good because they have been fighting so much lately. I think this was my mum's way of trying to make peace between them. I'm not sure if it worked really. Well, they didn't come out yelling at each other, so that's good. But it's not like they came home acting like best friends. My mum went into the kitchen and read a magazine. Julia locked herself in her room.
While they were away, my dad and I went out to the beach to watch the sunset. You're going to laugh, but guess what we did together. We built a sandcastle! It made me feel like I was six-years-old. I had fun though.
I wanted to wade in the water a bit, but there were jellyfish on the beach. My mum says if they're on the beach, they're also in the water. I put my hands in a bit just to fill the buckets with water. That's about it. I wouldn't want to get stung.
Back to the sandcastle....
When we were building it, there was this moment where I felt really really happy. I almost liked the idea of moving here. But then I felt sad and the happiness faded away. I guess what bothers me is that...well, we've kind of been kicked out of London. That's different from leaving out of your own free will. I mean I know no one forced us to go. We left by choice. But we left because my parents felt that if we didn't we'd be in danger.
This is very stupid, but sometimes I feel the whole country rejected us and spit us out. I know that's not true. I know there's just a few very evil prejudice people, but....
Oh never mind. I can't explain it.
Anyway, besides my silly thoughts the day was nice.
I hope all of you are okay. I hope you're eating well and staying out of danger. I know you're in the middle of a war, but I hope you have some happy moments anyway.
Good night.
Muggle-Born Wizards and Their Odd Behaviour
I read the Ministry news today. It offended me slightly, but it also made me laugh. I love this bit. "Mudbloods do these things without any rhyme or reason. It’s just in their nature." Maybe that explains why Julia came up and turned off my game when I told her not to. I was in the middle of playing Mario 64!
01 December 1997
Miss Magical Bug
Hello!
I had another vivid dream.
So here it is:
I'm looking out the window and I see this bad wizard. He's about to enter a house, and I know he's going to hurt the people inside there. I decide I should stop him by using the infamous unforgivable A.K spell. But then I feel conflicted. I don't want to be a murderer. That's not the type of person I am. I consider using another spell, but I realize I don't know any. I decide I'll have to use the A.K spell. I wave my wand (or something) and shout out Avada Kedavra. It doesn't work. I then remember what I I've heard....that you have to really mean it for the spell to work. I try again. Then I finally remember that I'm not a witch.
I thought that dream was kind of funny. It makes me wonder though....if I was a witch, could I ever use the A.K spell? I really don't know. Maybe in self-defence? I think I would use it to save my family, probably. Or maybe I'd be too scared.
I hope all of you are doing okay. I'm tempted to ask if you guys have used any of the unforgivable spells, but that question's probably way too personal.
I had another vivid dream.
So here it is:
I'm looking out the window and I see this bad wizard. He's about to enter a house, and I know he's going to hurt the people inside there. I decide I should stop him by using the infamous unforgivable A.K spell. But then I feel conflicted. I don't want to be a murderer. That's not the type of person I am. I consider using another spell, but I realize I don't know any. I decide I'll have to use the A.K spell. I wave my wand (or something) and shout out Avada Kedavra. It doesn't work. I then remember what I I've heard....that you have to really mean it for the spell to work. I try again. Then I finally remember that I'm not a witch.
I thought that dream was kind of funny. It makes me wonder though....if I was a witch, could I ever use the A.K spell? I really don't know. Maybe in self-defence? I think I would use it to save my family, probably. Or maybe I'd be too scared.
I hope all of you are doing okay. I'm tempted to ask if you guys have used any of the unforgivable spells, but that question's probably way too personal.
26 November 1997
Christmas is Coming
I saw that Louisa Parkinson is having a party for Christmas. I wish I could go! She might not want me though because I'm a Muggle. Although she is nice sometimes, and maybe she wouldn't mind. It doesn't matter anyway because there is no way I could get back to the UK! It would be fun to meet everyone. Maybe I'm a little jealous that all (or most) of you are over there, and I'm here. That's crazy though because I'm far away from the war. I'm very safe here. And I know some of you wouldn't even be able to go to the party.
I feel guilty for some of the ridiculous things that run through my mind.
Maybe I'm a little down because my dad started talking about moving here. Our tourist visa is going to run out in July, so then we have to decide whether we want to go return to London or stay here. I like it here, but I want to go back! I miss London. But my dad thinks it's highly doubtful the war will be over by then. He thinks it might last for years. It's so depressing.
Let's talk about something happy. What are your favorite Christmas traditions?
Well, you can talk about sad stuff too....if you want. You guys have more to whinge about then I do.
I feel guilty for some of the ridiculous things that run through my mind.
Maybe I'm a little down because my dad started talking about moving here. Our tourist visa is going to run out in July, so then we have to decide whether we want to go return to London or stay here. I like it here, but I want to go back! I miss London. But my dad thinks it's highly doubtful the war will be over by then. He thinks it might last for years. It's so depressing.
Let's talk about something happy. What are your favorite Christmas traditions?
Well, you can talk about sad stuff too....if you want. You guys have more to whinge about then I do.
Owl
I caught Julia with an owl today. I hope she wasn't trying to send a message out to anyone.
She claims she was just having some bird-human bonding time. That's really not a Julia thing, but maybe I should give her the benefit of the doubt.
The owl was weird. It made a barking sound. Actually, before I got close enough I thought Julia was holding a small dog. When I got pretty close, the owl flew away. I couldn't tell if there was a message attached.
I think there was a message attached. I hope it wasn't going anywhere that would bring us trouble.
She claims she was just having some bird-human bonding time. That's really not a Julia thing, but maybe I should give her the benefit of the doubt.
The owl was weird. It made a barking sound. Actually, before I got close enough I thought Julia was holding a small dog. When I got pretty close, the owl flew away. I couldn't tell if there was a message attached.
I think there was a message attached. I hope it wasn't going anywhere that would bring us trouble.
23 November 1997
Haircut
I had a vivid dream last night. I thought maybe I should write it down. Are any of you good at dream interpretations?
Well, this is what happened:
I'm outside a house with a bunch of kids. We're trying to harass the woman who lives in the house. We're being loud and obnoxious. The woman comes out and is very angry. I think maybe she is scared too. The other kids all run, but I gut stuck. The woman grabs me and drags me into her house. Then she drags me to the kitchen. I'm scared, but more than that...I'm angry.
She sits me down on a chair. I resist a bit, but she's stronger than me.
She decides to punish me by cutting my hair. This really upsets me for some reason.
She gets a scissors and tries to cut my hair, but the scissors is too dull. It won't work.
Then for some reason, we stop being angry with each other. I don't know why. It's weird.
I start to like the woman. She finds another scissors and I sit quietly as she gives me a haircut. She's done, and I see it. It's lovely. I am happy with the way I look. The woman is happy too. She seems to really like me now.
She says, "what's your name?"
I say, "Alex."
She looks at me surprised, but it also seems as if she kind of expected me to say that. Then she asks my sister's name.
I told her it was Julia.
The woman seems happy and excited about my answer.
That's all I remember.
I hope all of you are doing okay. Things are fine here. We're been playing a lot of video games. And the weather is getting warmer so we've been swimming a lot. It feels really strange to have hot weather in November....but oh well.
Well, this is what happened:
I'm outside a house with a bunch of kids. We're trying to harass the woman who lives in the house. We're being loud and obnoxious. The woman comes out and is very angry. I think maybe she is scared too. The other kids all run, but I gut stuck. The woman grabs me and drags me into her house. Then she drags me to the kitchen. I'm scared, but more than that...I'm angry.
She sits me down on a chair. I resist a bit, but she's stronger than me.
She decides to punish me by cutting my hair. This really upsets me for some reason.
She gets a scissors and tries to cut my hair, but the scissors is too dull. It won't work.
Then for some reason, we stop being angry with each other. I don't know why. It's weird.
I start to like the woman. She finds another scissors and I sit quietly as she gives me a haircut. She's done, and I see it. It's lovely. I am happy with the way I look. The woman is happy too. She seems to really like me now.
She says, "what's your name?"
I say, "Alex."
She looks at me surprised, but it also seems as if she kind of expected me to say that. Then she asks my sister's name.
I told her it was Julia.
The woman seems happy and excited about my answer.
That's all I remember.
I hope all of you are doing okay. Things are fine here. We're been playing a lot of video games. And the weather is getting warmer so we've been swimming a lot. It feels really strange to have hot weather in November....but oh well.
11 November 1997
Brainwashing
I read the Ministry news today. I wish I was allowed to comment there still; but I guess it's okay. Other people say what I would have said, so it's not too big of a deal.
The story from yesterday really bothers me. I think it's so sad that Michaela Watson has been brainwashed to hate Muggle-Born wizards. Would she hate Julia then? Would she hate Julia if she didn't know Julia was Muggle-Born?
Would Michaela automatically hate me?
It's depressing to think that someone could hate me without even knowing me.
I've seen people brainwashed in the other direction as well. I'm guessing some rebellion children are being taught that all pureblood wizards are bad.
I wish we could learn to give people the benefit of the doubt.
In other news, I'm going to change the name of this site. I feel weird saying I'm part of Dumbledore's Army because it's not really true. I WISH I was part of that, but I'm not.
The story from yesterday really bothers me. I think it's so sad that Michaela Watson has been brainwashed to hate Muggle-Born wizards. Would she hate Julia then? Would she hate Julia if she didn't know Julia was Muggle-Born?
Would Michaela automatically hate me?
It's depressing to think that someone could hate me without even knowing me.
I've seen people brainwashed in the other direction as well. I'm guessing some rebellion children are being taught that all pureblood wizards are bad.
I wish we could learn to give people the benefit of the doubt.
In other news, I'm going to change the name of this site. I feel weird saying I'm part of Dumbledore's Army because it's not really true. I WISH I was part of that, but I'm not.
07 November 1997
Genes and Stuff
Hello.
I'm sorry I haven't written in awhile. My mum found out about you-know-who's interruption of the Rebellion concert. She was a bit paranoid about allowing me to use the Internet. My dad talked her into calming down a bit. So here I am.
We went to see a film this afternoon. It's called Gattaca. It reminds me a bit of what's going on in our lives. It's all about people caring too much about your genetics. It's like the whole blood status thing.
People care too much about trivial things. Why can't we judge people on whether they're nice and do good things? Why do we have to care about things like their genes or their skin colour or their blood status?
All of this prejudice is really unfair, and it wastes a lot of time. Also, it kills people.
But still....the movie was good. I like the actors in it.
After the movie, we went to a Chinese restaurant. That was nice. I was hoping my fortune cookie would give me some profound advice about all that is going on. All it said was that I should eat more Chinese food. Really? That's the answer to everything?
I'm sorry I haven't written in awhile. My mum found out about you-know-who's interruption of the Rebellion concert. She was a bit paranoid about allowing me to use the Internet. My dad talked her into calming down a bit. So here I am.
We went to see a film this afternoon. It's called Gattaca. It reminds me a bit of what's going on in our lives. It's all about people caring too much about your genetics. It's like the whole blood status thing.
People care too much about trivial things. Why can't we judge people on whether they're nice and do good things? Why do we have to care about things like their genes or their skin colour or their blood status?
All of this prejudice is really unfair, and it wastes a lot of time. Also, it kills people.
But still....the movie was good. I like the actors in it.
After the movie, we went to a Chinese restaurant. That was nice. I was hoping my fortune cookie would give me some profound advice about all that is going on. All it said was that I should eat more Chinese food. Really? That's the answer to everything?
01 November 1997
In Memoriam
Rest in Peace, Carissa Conners.
To Dani and Fiona: I am terribly sorry for your loss.
I am sad for all of you.
To Dani and Fiona: I am terribly sorry for your loss.
I am sad for all of you.
31 October 1997
Happy Halloween!
Are any of you doing anything for Halloween?
Guess what. My dad surprised me and ordered candy corn from a special store that sells a lot of American foods. I've always wanted to try that. It tastes a bit weird, but I like it. Have you guys ever had it? Anyway, that was the surprise he was talking about the other day. He knows I like my sugar.
Maybe one day he'll order me some Peeps!
On top of the candy corn, they were selling candy floss in town. Here they call it fairy floss. I think that's cute. Anyway, we bought some. I'm not in sugar overload though, because I had only a little bit of each.
One day I'd like to go to America and have a proper Halloween. I heard they get really into it over there. My mum says that's their culture, and we have our culture; blah, blah, blah.
Julia says Hogwarts had a big Halloween feast. Maybe Halloween is a big deal with wizards? Is it? Anyway, I wish I could have gone to one.
Our American friend Daphne had a Halloween party once. That was fun. We wore costumes and ate cupcakes with black cats on them. She had decorations and we watched Poltergeist. We tried to go trick or treating, but few people answered their doors.
I better run. My mum wants me to help her make treacle toffee. More sugar!!!!
Happy Halloween!
P.S-Time seems to be going by so fast lately. I don't know why.
Guess what. My dad surprised me and ordered candy corn from a special store that sells a lot of American foods. I've always wanted to try that. It tastes a bit weird, but I like it. Have you guys ever had it? Anyway, that was the surprise he was talking about the other day. He knows I like my sugar.
Maybe one day he'll order me some Peeps!
On top of the candy corn, they were selling candy floss in town. Here they call it fairy floss. I think that's cute. Anyway, we bought some. I'm not in sugar overload though, because I had only a little bit of each.
One day I'd like to go to America and have a proper Halloween. I heard they get really into it over there. My mum says that's their culture, and we have our culture; blah, blah, blah.
Julia says Hogwarts had a big Halloween feast. Maybe Halloween is a big deal with wizards? Is it? Anyway, I wish I could have gone to one.
Our American friend Daphne had a Halloween party once. That was fun. We wore costumes and ate cupcakes with black cats on them. She had decorations and we watched Poltergeist. We tried to go trick or treating, but few people answered their doors.
I better run. My mum wants me to help her make treacle toffee. More sugar!!!!
Happy Halloween!
P.S-Time seems to be going by so fast lately. I don't know why.
25 October 1997
19 October 1997
S C Mather's Story
This is S C Mather's story about her experiences in the war. If it wasn't a true story, I'd say it was great.
It's just so sad that people are having to go through all this.
Anyway....here's the story:
It was a dark night. Sus pulled the hood over her head farther. She hadn't been in a city this large in weeks and it was positively nerve shattering to walk through even the mostly abandoned streets. It was, after all, a muggle city and a very muggle populated area. Maybe the snatchers wouldn't be there.
572...574...576
Sus stopped in front of the door. it was glass and looked fairly modern. Finding the buzzer for apartment eight she pressed the button. Leaning to the microphone she spoke quietly, "the watchword is freedom."
In answer she heard the buzzer go off. "Well," she muttered, "here goes nothing."
Getting here had been a complex process. The war was psychologically draining and as much as she hated to admit it her paranoia was setting in. What happened to the magical law enforcement agent afraid of nothing? What happened to bravery and honor? Sus guessed they disappeared when a person was hunted like an animal. Not being alone, she had heard, would help so she jumped when a friend had sent her an owl about a muggleborn and a blood traitor endangered in London. It had taken a lot of courage for her to get there.
She pulled her coat tighter and entered the building relishing the feeling of warm air around her. She caught her reflection against a darkened window and stared at herself. She was sure she stunk from days with no bath and her hair was a wreck of snarls and tangles. Dark circles made her eyes look nearly bruised. Her face was pale and chapped from the autumn winds. She tore herself away and walked up the stairs quickly, head down avoiding her reflection in future windows. At least now I know I look like I'm already dead. Maybe if death eaters catch me I can lay on the ground and pretend I'm a goner.
Nearly jumping the last three stairs at one go Sus knocked four times paused three seconds, knocked two more, and pointed her wand steadily at the door. There was a pause and she heard the sound of locks clicking out of place and muffled voices. Finally the door cracked open and a haggard looking woman answered. "I'm Sussannah. Let's get you the hell out here."
"Oh," said the woman hurriedly, "it's not me...well not just me." Sus stepped in and the woman shut the door behind her.
"FIne, tell your friend to grab their wand and let's go. I'm not bloody likely to pull up a seat in this place. Feels odd being in a city, and it really isn't safe. Not sure how you and your friend managed to make it this long."
"Well," the woman wrung her hands together, "it's me and my daughters." She had mousey brown hair and small features. She was dressed in baggy jeans and a shapeless t-shirt." Several jackets lay on the couch. Sus noticed one conspicuously small one. "What is going on here?"
"Girls, Isaac. it's safe."
A child walked in holding a baby. Both bore a striking similarity to the woman. Last, a older teenager dressed in all black appeared. His black hair hung to his chin contrasting sharply with his blue eyes and pale skin. Sus stared at them. "How many of you are capable of using magic."
"I'm a, what is it, you people call it?" The woman looked helplessly at her daughter.
"A muggle, mother." the younger girl filled in. "I'm muggleborn. Second year at Hogwarts. But, there's the trace so I can't actually use magic. My name's Dani by the way, this is my mother, Carissa and my little sister Fiona. She's two."
"Fona." The two year old asserted proudly. "Down." Dani lowered her and the two year old rushed to her mother hiding behind her ankles and peering at Sus. Sus glanced at the older looking boy pleadingly. He raised a haughty eyebrow. "I'm Issac Lamenson. Sure you've heard of my family. I'm the blood traitor."
"Just so you know, we are all going to die."
There was a moment of silence. The two year old toddled over to Sus and wrinkled her nose, "eww, you smell."
Carissa rushed forward and picked up the baby, "no honey, that's not nice."
"It's true," said Dani, wrinkling her nose, "but we need your help."
"Ok, fine," said Sus, "you can come and he," she gestured toward Isaac, "can come. Your mum and youngling, they stay."
"God you're dense." said the boy coldly, "I tried to tell them to stay a dozen times. They won't do it."
"I won't leave my daughter." Carissa finished.
Sus ran both hands through her hair and paced the length of the cramped apartment. "Lil said there was a muggleborn and a blood traitor who needed help escaping. Not a whole bloody family. Can't believe I put myself in such a dangerous spot for this."
"Actually.." Dani trailed off.
"Fine it was me. I didn't necessarily tell the whole truth" Issac glared at her defiantly, "knew no one would come if we were honest."
"You're bloody right! This is suicide."
"And is what you're doing any better. You look half dead already. At least now two of us who can keep watch." Issac sighed, "I realize we are asking a lot, but please."
"Help us." Carissa finished.
Sus glanced at her, "woman, I'm not trying to be brave or stupid, I'm just trying to survive this war. I've left people behind too and I want to live to see them again."
"My dad left when he found out I was magic. I think he was afraid of me. I'm all my mum has." Dani's eyes were hard.
Grabbing her head she let out a moan of frustration. "If that child gets us caught I swear-"
"She won't. She'll stay quiet." Carissa assured her quickly.
Sus surveyed the group for a long moment and finally pointed to Isaac and Dani. "I have enough Polyjuice for you and you. " She turned to Carissa and Fiona, "You all will need to bundle up and try to dress in as many dark colors as you can. We'll travel at night and rest during the day. Isaac and I will split the watch. Don't expect me to die for anyone but I'll protect you all as best I can."
Isaac laughed coldly, "I suppose that's the best we can ask for."
"Yeah it is. I don't usually do much for liars. Be ready in ten minutes. We won't be able to apparate with the muggles but we'll get out as fast as we can."
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Hours later, Sussannah sat leaning against a tree. She whirled at the crackle of dead leaves behind her and slouched in relief as she saw Isaac.
"Not your turn yet," she muttered and turned back around.
"I know but you look exhausted and I think you're about to collapse and then we'll all be killed by death eaters." he shrugged, "and I thought you might want some extra sleep."
"You'll regret it in a few days."
"I know."
She stood up and walked toward the tent, but paused as she heard his voice again, "but now neither of us will be alone." She took a deep breath and continued trudging toward the tent without responding.
18 October 1997
My Mum
I just wanted to tell you that my mum made me stop using that Facebook thing. It might be sort of a little bit my fault, but I won't go into that. I just wanted to tell you in case I was talking to you on there. I don't want you to think I'm dead or that I just stopped wanting to communicate with you. I'm very much alive, and I love talking to all of you.
I'm still allowed to talk here. I might have to stop talking on the Ministry site. My mum thinks it's very dangerous for me to be talking there, but my dad thinks it's okay. We'll see how that goes. She does say I can talk on the rebellion page, so that's good. She trusts that....for now.
I was a bit rude to my mum. I feel a little bad. But she said maybe I should talk more to Muggles instead. I said, "That's a bit. prejudice. Do you want me to stop talking to Julia too?" She gave me one of her looks. I didn't try to argue anymore. I know that's not a good idea.
I have nothing against Muggles. It's just it's hard to talk to them now because they have no idea about this whole war. They're totally oblivious, so it feels weird.
I really wish I was a wizard.
I wish I was a wizard and there was no war, and I was at Hogwarts hanging out with Hagrid. My sister told me about him. She said he was a bit scary, but from what she said I think he'd be my kind of friend.
I'm still allowed to talk here. I might have to stop talking on the Ministry site. My mum thinks it's very dangerous for me to be talking there, but my dad thinks it's okay. We'll see how that goes. She does say I can talk on the rebellion page, so that's good. She trusts that....for now.
I was a bit rude to my mum. I feel a little bad. But she said maybe I should talk more to Muggles instead. I said, "That's a bit. prejudice. Do you want me to stop talking to Julia too?" She gave me one of her looks. I didn't try to argue anymore. I know that's not a good idea.
I have nothing against Muggles. It's just it's hard to talk to them now because they have no idea about this whole war. They're totally oblivious, so it feels weird.
I really wish I was a wizard.
I wish I was a wizard and there was no war, and I was at Hogwarts hanging out with Hagrid. My sister told me about him. She said he was a bit scary, but from what she said I think he'd be my kind of friend.
17 October 1997
Books Books Books
My dad took me into town today. We bought some food for dinner, and we went to a used bookstore. My dad bought me a few books, which was very nice of him.
I bought....
1. So Much To Tell You by John Marsden. I finished it in a couple of hours. It was SO good; and it made me cry.
2. Bridget Jone's Diary by Helen Fielding. I've heard this is a good book. I look forward to reading it.
3. Carrie by Stephen King. I've already read it, but I want to read it again. It's a classic....at least in the Muggle world. I wonder what people in the wizarding world would make of it, because it's about a girl who has magical powers. She can move things with her mind. I wonder if she could be seen as a wizard. Or would she be seen as a Muggle mutation of some kind? I know it's just fiction, but I have heard stories of people with her type of power. Muggles call it telekinesis. I'm wondering....are these people wizards who haven't been picked up by the wizarding world?
4. Baby by Patricia MacLachlan This is a kid's book, but it was one of my favourites when I was young. I probably shouldn't have bought two books I've already read, but I guess I'm aching for familiar things. We did bring some books from home, but not many.
Well, that's it.
I'd love to hear about your favourite novels. I don't know much about wizarding fiction. My sister has wizarding books, but for the most part they're all school books. The only novel I've seen is that one written by a Squib. Twilight? I heard they plan to release it into the Muggle world in a few years.
Oh! I remember another book. I totally forgot about it. I forgot the name, but it was about this lonely student at a wizarding school. She has no friends and is really sad. She wants to go home, but then some ghosts at the school befriend her. All is great until the other kids find out. They make fun of her for having ghost friends. She decides the only way to be happy is to become a ghost too. She plans to jump off a tower and climbs up. Then she just happens to meet another wizard kid who was lonely and going to jump off the tower as well. Yeah...they were both about to kill themselves at the exact same time. They become friends. And I guess they live happily ever after.
It was pretty ridiculous. Do any of you know what I'm talking about? I wish I remembered the name. Or maybe I don't.
There must be better wizarding novels than that out there.
I bought....
1. So Much To Tell You by John Marsden. I finished it in a couple of hours. It was SO good; and it made me cry.
2. Bridget Jone's Diary by Helen Fielding. I've heard this is a good book. I look forward to reading it.
3. Carrie by Stephen King. I've already read it, but I want to read it again. It's a classic....at least in the Muggle world. I wonder what people in the wizarding world would make of it, because it's about a girl who has magical powers. She can move things with her mind. I wonder if she could be seen as a wizard. Or would she be seen as a Muggle mutation of some kind? I know it's just fiction, but I have heard stories of people with her type of power. Muggles call it telekinesis. I'm wondering....are these people wizards who haven't been picked up by the wizarding world?
4. Baby by Patricia MacLachlan This is a kid's book, but it was one of my favourites when I was young. I probably shouldn't have bought two books I've already read, but I guess I'm aching for familiar things. We did bring some books from home, but not many.
Well, that's it.
I'd love to hear about your favourite novels. I don't know much about wizarding fiction. My sister has wizarding books, but for the most part they're all school books. The only novel I've seen is that one written by a Squib. Twilight? I heard they plan to release it into the Muggle world in a few years.
Oh! I remember another book. I totally forgot about it. I forgot the name, but it was about this lonely student at a wizarding school. She has no friends and is really sad. She wants to go home, but then some ghosts at the school befriend her. All is great until the other kids find out. They make fun of her for having ghost friends. She decides the only way to be happy is to become a ghost too. She plans to jump off a tower and climbs up. Then she just happens to meet another wizard kid who was lonely and going to jump off the tower as well. Yeah...they were both about to kill themselves at the exact same time. They become friends. And I guess they live happily ever after.
It was pretty ridiculous. Do any of you know what I'm talking about? I wish I remembered the name. Or maybe I don't.
There must be better wizarding novels than that out there.
15 October 1997
Take Me Home
My mum's been a bit sad the past few days. One of her favourite American Muggle singers died in a plane crash. John Denver. I don't know if you guys have ever heard of him.
My parents have a lot of their CD's with us, and they played some John Denver music. We all got a bit teary-eyed when we heard the song "Take Me Home, Country Roads." We're in a beautiful place, but I still miss London a lot. You know I think I'd like it here better if I didn't feel we HAD to be here. It's nice being away on holiday, if you know at any time you can safely return home.
My mum started saying stuff about the Death Eaters being responsible for the plane crash. My dad said that's not likely, and that the Death Eaters are probably not targeting random American Muggle celebrities.
My dad said we can't assume everything bad in the world is due to the Death Eaters. Julia joked around a bit then. She pretended to stub her toe and said "Damn that you-know-who. It's his fault that chair jumped in my way".
You probably have to be there, but it was pretty funny. Even my mum laughed a bit.
I hope all of you guys are doing well. I hope you're staying safe; and are getting food and whatever else you need.
Oh! Last night I dreamed about Peeps! We went to this big party and I was excited because I heard there would be Peeps there. But then that's all they had, and I got sick of them. Although once I woke up I couldn't even remember what they tasted like.
My parents have a lot of their CD's with us, and they played some John Denver music. We all got a bit teary-eyed when we heard the song "Take Me Home, Country Roads." We're in a beautiful place, but I still miss London a lot. You know I think I'd like it here better if I didn't feel we HAD to be here. It's nice being away on holiday, if you know at any time you can safely return home.
My mum started saying stuff about the Death Eaters being responsible for the plane crash. My dad said that's not likely, and that the Death Eaters are probably not targeting random American Muggle celebrities.
My dad said we can't assume everything bad in the world is due to the Death Eaters. Julia joked around a bit then. She pretended to stub her toe and said "Damn that you-know-who. It's his fault that chair jumped in my way".
You probably have to be there, but it was pretty funny. Even my mum laughed a bit.
I hope all of you guys are doing well. I hope you're staying safe; and are getting food and whatever else you need.
Oh! Last night I dreamed about Peeps! We went to this big party and I was excited because I heard there would be Peeps there. But then that's all they had, and I got sick of them. Although once I woke up I couldn't even remember what they tasted like.
11 October 1997
Happy? Thoughts
My sister and I went out to the beach and we practised the Patronus thing. I kept saying Think about happy things. Think happy thoughts. It's too bad I didn't have Peter Pan and Tinker Bell nearby. You guys might not know what I'm talking about. Sorry.
We were out there for so long. I got cranky and snapped at my sister. I thought she'd bite back like she usually does. I thought she'd yell at me, maybe kick me....not that she's often violent or anything. I waited for hurtful insults to be flung my way. Instead she broke down sobbing. She cried and she cried.
I feel so sick and depressed seeing her that way. I hate myself for making her cry.
I knelt down and sat near her. I put my arm around her, and I guess I expected her to push me away.
She didn't. She let me hold her, and she cried on my shoulders. I've never seen anyone cry that much. Funny (but not in a ha ha way) that we were trying to be happy.
We were out there for so long. I got cranky and snapped at my sister. I thought she'd bite back like she usually does. I thought she'd yell at me, maybe kick me....not that she's often violent or anything. I waited for hurtful insults to be flung my way. Instead she broke down sobbing. She cried and she cried.
I feel so sick and depressed seeing her that way. I hate myself for making her cry.
I knelt down and sat near her. I put my arm around her, and I guess I expected her to push me away.
She didn't. She let me hold her, and she cried on my shoulders. I've never seen anyone cry that much. Funny (but not in a ha ha way) that we were trying to be happy.
10 October 1997
Sugar Sugar Sugar
We moved to a new caravan park. On the way we stopped for petrol and I felt weird suddenly. Maybe it was something I ate? Probably. But I got it in my head that there were Dementors around. I might be feeling a bit paranoid. I felt cold and really depressed suddenly. Isn't that how Dementors are supposed to make you feel?
I asked Julia if she felt weird. She said no. I asked if she felt a bit depressed. She said yes, but I've been feeling that way for the past few months. I guess she has a good point there. This hasn't been the happiest of times.
Well, what do you do when things are not happy? You buy sweets, of course! Drown your sorrow in sugar. That's my philosophy. Well, unless you're diabetic. Hey, do wizards get diabetes, or is that just a Muggle thing?
Anyway, we went to this very cute food shop, and bought lots of Muggle goodies, including some stuff to remind us of home.
I figure since some of you might not be familiar with Muggle treats, I'd post a few photos.
First let me show you something disgusting. My dad thought we should try them. He thinks they're fantastic. I think he's nuts. They're candy that taste like perfume.
We bought this chocolate bar, but haven't eaten it yet. It looks nice.
Here's one of my old favourites.
My dad bought me a bunch. It makes me feel less homesick. Julia asked what he'd buy HER so she'd be less homesick. That made me sad. I think she misses her wizard candy. She had some, but we've run out. I feel bad because I might have been a bit too helpful in eating it. Julia, if you're reading this. I'm sorry!!!
This is my mum's favourite chocolate bar. We bought a bunch for her.
They had a small selection of sweets from the states. I really wanted to get some, but my mum says they were way overpriced. They had Pop Tarts!!!!! You probably have no idea what I'm talking about. It's a shame because Pop Tarts are divine. We had an American neighbour when we were young. Daphne would have all these American foods, and she'd give us Pop Tarts. Then she moved back to the states. I'm not sure what we missed more; Daphne or her Pop Tarts?
Back to the Dementor thing...just in case they're around, we've decided to get Julia to practice the whole Patronus thing. Wish us luck. I've heard it's nearly impossible to do.
I asked Julia if she felt weird. She said no. I asked if she felt a bit depressed. She said yes, but I've been feeling that way for the past few months. I guess she has a good point there. This hasn't been the happiest of times.
Well, what do you do when things are not happy? You buy sweets, of course! Drown your sorrow in sugar. That's my philosophy. Well, unless you're diabetic. Hey, do wizards get diabetes, or is that just a Muggle thing?
Anyway, we went to this very cute food shop, and bought lots of Muggle goodies, including some stuff to remind us of home.
I figure since some of you might not be familiar with Muggle treats, I'd post a few photos.
First let me show you something disgusting. My dad thought we should try them. He thinks they're fantastic. I think he's nuts. They're candy that taste like perfume.
Eating this made me think that maybe Pureblood wizards have a point when they look down at Muggles. I'm joking, of course. But really. They taste awful!
This is my new favourite thing. My mum says we had them once when I was really young. I don't remember. They're cute little pink biscuits.
We bought this chocolate bar, but haven't eaten it yet. It looks nice.
Here's one of my old favourites.
My dad bought me a bunch. It makes me feel less homesick. Julia asked what he'd buy HER so she'd be less homesick. That made me sad. I think she misses her wizard candy. She had some, but we've run out. I feel bad because I might have been a bit too helpful in eating it. Julia, if you're reading this. I'm sorry!!!
This is my mum's favourite chocolate bar. We bought a bunch for her.
They had a small selection of sweets from the states. I really wanted to get some, but my mum says they were way overpriced. They had Pop Tarts!!!!! You probably have no idea what I'm talking about. It's a shame because Pop Tarts are divine. We had an American neighbour when we were young. Daphne would have all these American foods, and she'd give us Pop Tarts. Then she moved back to the states. I'm not sure what we missed more; Daphne or her Pop Tarts?
Back to the Dementor thing...just in case they're around, we've decided to get Julia to practice the whole Patronus thing. Wish us luck. I've heard it's nearly impossible to do.
06 October 1997
Report From Potter is Best
I just received this report. It's short, but I think this person's idea has merit. I hope someone from the Rebellion ends up seeing this.
Name: Potter is Best
Hello! Today I'd like to report on a new method to defeat the forces of you-know-who and his minions; mandrakes.
Mandrakes are known to cure petrification, but can also cause a fatal cry to anybody who hears it.
This report will be short since we are leaving Korea to hide in China.
From Potter is Best
Name: Potter is Best
Hello! Today I'd like to report on a new method to defeat the forces of you-know-who and his minions; mandrakes.
Mandrakes are known to cure petrification, but can also cause a fatal cry to anybody who hears it.
This report will be short since we are leaving Korea to hide in China.
From Potter is Best
Far Away (A Poem)
This is a poem written by Julia (my sister).
I hope she's not the only one that's going to submit anything! That's not to say I don't like her poem.....
I hope she's not the only one that's going to submit anything! That's not to say I don't like her poem.....
Far Away
by Julia
You look at me with your dark eyes
full of truth and never lies.
I lose myself within you.
I know I'm not worth all that you are.
But with you I soar so far.
Your arms are my sanctuary.
Each breath I take when you're not there
feels incredibly unfair.
Do you think of me as much as I of you?
They say we're different you and I
But I believe that's just a lie.
Love need not be divided.
05 October 1997
Submissions Request
Hi! Things are much better here, but the past few days have been rough. There was yelling, crying…then eventually hugs and giggling. That's how fights usually work with me and Julia.
I have awesome news, but most of you will have no idea what I'm talking about. Our dad went out and bought us a Nintendo 64!!!! It's a video game thing. I don't think you guys have video games, right? Anyway, it's so cool. Instead of obsessing over certain dark wizards, we can obsess over fighting Bowser.
Anyway…..
The main purpose of this post is to ask for submissions for this blog. I don't want to be the only one doing the posts here. I mean it's kind of weird for a Muggle to have a blog for wizards, anyway. So it would be cool if you have your work here too.
Here are some ideas for things to contribute:
1. Stories you've written, but please indicate if they're non-fiction or fiction. If they're non-fiction, I want everything to be TRUE. Please no making up stuff... like you're the secret child of Professor Snape or that you're Harry Potter's twin sister.
2. Artwork related to your life as a wizard, or maybe artwork based on some of your favourite (or least favorite) wizards. Of course you can also contribute art about vampires, Muggles, dragons, garden gnomes, etc. Please send it as a JPG file.
3. Videos of yourself. Maybe you like to sing? Dance? Please don't be naked. My mum would freak, and so would I. You can do montage videos, but please don't send anything that makes me suspect you're a time traveler and/or seeing things you shouldn't be seeing. I don't want to think you're some kind of time-traveling spy. The only way I know how to post a video is through YouTube, so you'd have to use that. Sorry.
It's totally cool if you send videos of yourself just talking. I'd like that. You can talk in your regular accent, or imitate an accent. For example, you might want to try imitating an American accent. I sometimes do that.
4. Poetry you've written about your life in the wizarding world.
5. Articles and editorials about what's going on in the Wizarding world.
If you have anything you'd like to share, please send me an email (missmugglebug-au@yahoo.com) Don't try to send it by owl. I'm very far away, and it would make me feel guilty to see the owl so tired.
Please make sure all work belongs to you. Or at least make sure you give credit to the creator, AND get their permission to send it to me.
Thanks
Alex
I have awesome news, but most of you will have no idea what I'm talking about. Our dad went out and bought us a Nintendo 64!!!! It's a video game thing. I don't think you guys have video games, right? Anyway, it's so cool. Instead of obsessing over certain dark wizards, we can obsess over fighting Bowser.
Anyway…..
The main purpose of this post is to ask for submissions for this blog. I don't want to be the only one doing the posts here. I mean it's kind of weird for a Muggle to have a blog for wizards, anyway. So it would be cool if you have your work here too.
Here are some ideas for things to contribute:
1. Stories you've written, but please indicate if they're non-fiction or fiction. If they're non-fiction, I want everything to be TRUE. Please no making up stuff... like you're the secret child of Professor Snape or that you're Harry Potter's twin sister.
2. Artwork related to your life as a wizard, or maybe artwork based on some of your favourite (or least favorite) wizards. Of course you can also contribute art about vampires, Muggles, dragons, garden gnomes, etc. Please send it as a JPG file.
3. Videos of yourself. Maybe you like to sing? Dance? Please don't be naked. My mum would freak, and so would I. You can do montage videos, but please don't send anything that makes me suspect you're a time traveler and/or seeing things you shouldn't be seeing. I don't want to think you're some kind of time-traveling spy. The only way I know how to post a video is through YouTube, so you'd have to use that. Sorry.
It's totally cool if you send videos of yourself just talking. I'd like that. You can talk in your regular accent, or imitate an accent. For example, you might want to try imitating an American accent. I sometimes do that.
4. Poetry you've written about your life in the wizarding world.
5. Articles and editorials about what's going on in the Wizarding world.
If you have anything you'd like to share, please send me an email (missmugglebug-au@yahoo.com) Don't try to send it by owl. I'm very far away, and it would make me feel guilty to see the owl so tired.
Please make sure all work belongs to you. Or at least make sure you give credit to the creator, AND get their permission to send it to me.
Thanks
Alex
02 October 1997
Unfairness
I'm so sick of people telling me that life is unfair. I know it is. I'm not stupid.
I'm so sick of people hurting others.
And here are some things that are unfair in my life.
1. My sister is a wizard and not me. I'm the one who would appreciate it. I would know how to do spells. I wouldn't let a bird die because I was too lazy to pay attention in class. I would use my magic to help others.
2. Our whole life now revolves around my sister and the fact that she's a witch, and she can't even do any magic that's worth anything. What is wrong with her? I'd really like to know!
3. My mum says I'm not allowed to become vegetarian. How is it her business anyway?
4. I'm now forbidden to leave the cabin unless I'm with my mum, dad, or sister. I feel very trapped here. I think I might go crazy. I'm glad I have the internet, but they'll probably take that away from me as well.
Sorry for all this whinging.
I'm so sick of people hurting others.
And here are some things that are unfair in my life.
1. My sister is a wizard and not me. I'm the one who would appreciate it. I would know how to do spells. I wouldn't let a bird die because I was too lazy to pay attention in class. I would use my magic to help others.
2. Our whole life now revolves around my sister and the fact that she's a witch, and she can't even do any magic that's worth anything. What is wrong with her? I'd really like to know!
3. My mum says I'm not allowed to become vegetarian. How is it her business anyway?
4. I'm now forbidden to leave the cabin unless I'm with my mum, dad, or sister. I feel very trapped here. I think I might go crazy. I'm glad I have the internet, but they'll probably take that away from me as well.
Sorry for all this whinging.
30 September 1997
A Difficult Yet Important Question
If you would look to the right of your screen, you shall see a poll about deaths caused by the Ministry of Magic and/or Death Eaters.
The poll is not there because I wish to be insensitive or sensationalise the issue. It is there so we can help others face the fact that horrible atrocities are occurring.
Aoife gave me the idea. She said. Not to be morbid, but maybe we should create a poll of how many Rebellion members/sympathizers have lost family during this struggle. I believe the numbers would be high. If we could publish accurate figures, I think they could change the minds of a lot of people who believe there's nothing wrong and/or sympathize with the Ministry. At the very least, maybe they'd start to question the Ministry's actions. It's one thing to say you hate muggle-borns or blood-traitors, but it's another thing to look those deaths squarely in the face.
If you could take the time to answer the poll, I would deeply appreciate it. In the meantime, I send out my condolences to those who have lost loved ones. For those of us who are fortunate to have not lost anyone, I hope it stays that way.
The poll is not there because I wish to be insensitive or sensationalise the issue. It is there so we can help others face the fact that horrible atrocities are occurring.
Aoife gave me the idea. She said. Not to be morbid, but maybe we should create a poll of how many Rebellion members/sympathizers have lost family during this struggle. I believe the numbers would be high. If we could publish accurate figures, I think they could change the minds of a lot of people who believe there's nothing wrong and/or sympathize with the Ministry. At the very least, maybe they'd start to question the Ministry's actions. It's one thing to say you hate muggle-borns or blood-traitors, but it's another thing to look those deaths squarely in the face.
If you could take the time to answer the poll, I would deeply appreciate it. In the meantime, I send out my condolences to those who have lost loved ones. For those of us who are fortunate to have not lost anyone, I hope it stays that way.
28 September 1997
RebellionWrock
Will any of you be attending the concert? I doubt I'm going to be there.
So...this is what happened with my family yesterday.
My dad keeps up with all the wizarding newspapers and propaganda rags as well. He read about the concert and told my sister. She was so excited because she thought my dad was saying we were all going back to the UK to see the concert. She thought it would be a chance to see her friends. She was very upset when she found out the concert was online, because she thinks the internet is ridiculous.
My sister was crying, and she was all angry. Dad tried to comfort her. We both tried to explain how dangerous England is right now. It's not that she doesn't know; she's not completely ignorant. I think she's just kind of in denial.
Anyway, finally we convinced her to give the online concert a chance. She calmed down a bit. We all planned to do the concert. Then my mum came in and said no....we're not. She thinks the rebellion has fallen, and that the rebellion we're seeing is really made up of death eaters. Dad laughed at that and my sister rolled her eyes. My mum's response? Remember the Defence Against Dark Arts professor in your fourth year?!
None of us had a good argument against that. Personally, I think the rebellion is the real rebellion. I don't think they've been taken over by Death Eaters. I'm not sure how to convince my mum about that.
So...this is what happened with my family yesterday.
My dad keeps up with all the wizarding newspapers and propaganda rags as well. He read about the concert and told my sister. She was so excited because she thought my dad was saying we were all going back to the UK to see the concert. She thought it would be a chance to see her friends. She was very upset when she found out the concert was online, because she thinks the internet is ridiculous.
My sister was crying, and she was all angry. Dad tried to comfort her. We both tried to explain how dangerous England is right now. It's not that she doesn't know; she's not completely ignorant. I think she's just kind of in denial.
Anyway, finally we convinced her to give the online concert a chance. She calmed down a bit. We all planned to do the concert. Then my mum came in and said no....we're not. She thinks the rebellion has fallen, and that the rebellion we're seeing is really made up of death eaters. Dad laughed at that and my sister rolled her eyes. My mum's response? Remember the Defence Against Dark Arts professor in your fourth year?!
None of us had a good argument against that. Personally, I think the rebellion is the real rebellion. I don't think they've been taken over by Death Eaters. I'm not sure how to convince my mum about that.
26 September 1997
24 September 1997
Biographies
If any of you have free time from your rebellion activities, I was thinking it might be nice for us to share some of our stories. I'd like us to get to know each other.
As I said in my last post, I don't know who is reading this, so be careful about what information you provide. It's probably best to omit real names and hiding locations.
I plan on sharing my story later, but for now....I have stuff I need to do. Uh...no, it's sadly not rebellion activities. I promised my mum I'd help her clean the cabin.
As I said in my last post, I don't know who is reading this, so be careful about what information you provide. It's probably best to omit real names and hiding locations.
I plan on sharing my story later, but for now....I have stuff I need to do. Uh...no, it's sadly not rebellion activities. I promised my mum I'd help her clean the cabin.
21 September 1997
We Shall Not Be Silenced
I wanted to create a place where we could talk to each other.
Does anyone have anything to say?
It's sad that we didn't get enough post-it notes out there. But I'd say we definitely tried hard. I give us credit for that.
Please Note: If you are one of the Ministry's undesirables....especially if you're in the top 100, please do not use your real name when commenting. I can't guarantee that Ministry officials will not see this page. Please protect yourself and don't flaunt your identity.
Does anyone have anything to say?
It's sad that we didn't get enough post-it notes out there. But I'd say we definitely tried hard. I give us credit for that.
Please Note: If you are one of the Ministry's undesirables....especially if you're in the top 100, please do not use your real name when commenting. I can't guarantee that Ministry officials will not see this page. Please protect yourself and don't flaunt your identity.