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by **Elijah Krum** Mon Sep 27, 2010 6:55 pm

Tuesday, December 5th, 2018
BLOG ENTRY NUMBER ONE, PRIVATE/PUBLIC, ADDED: 7:43PM BY ELIJAH_KRUM
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Mood: excited, Reading: a letter from alice, Listening: to the birds outside the window,
Drinking: nothing. I had raspberry juice earlier though!

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My tutor told me it was high time I start noting down my thoughts
and feelings. I thought he would just give me a book but he presented
me with this thing I'm tapping at now. He called it a computer. When
mother found out she ranted and raved, calling my tutor horrible
names like "Mudblood" and "Scum". I know what that means. He didn't
like it and neither did I. She knows he's doing a good job. He just wants
to see me progress. Verbally attacking him will do no good in my
opinion. But verbally attacking people seems to be the only thing my
mother enjoys doing. My father mutters to himself, saying that he's
going to get a mistress, whatever one of those are. Mother mutters to
herself too and she says she's going to get a lover. I don't know what
either of those words mean but it can't be a new broom or another fur
coat. Nanny said that it was like an escort but the public didn't see them.
I didn't know what the point was of having an escort then, if no one saw
them. But Nanny assured me that it was a good thing that the world
didn't see them or mother and father would have "hell to pay". There are
a lot of words I don't understand. These adults use so many and it is hard
to keep up. My tutor taught me "verbally attacking" and explained it to
me. Perhaps I'll go and speak to him tomorrow and find out what mistresses
and lovers really are. Love is something that doesn't have a place in this house
so why would mother want there to be? She seems happy enough in her own
bitterness. Can you tell I got better words blog? I found this thing called a
Thesaurus (I had to go and get the spelling) and it tells me all kinds of words
...better words than the words I use. It's pretty nifty.

My tutor was looking over my shoulder. He told me to drop down a
line or something and make a new paragraph. I don't know what they
are either. To be honest we don't do a lot of literature or anything like
that. It really puts me at a disadvantage I think -- that was another
Thesaurus word by the way. I might ask my tutor if we can do more
literary stuff. I want to learn but we spend more time drawing than
we do studying. He told me that he's paid to teach me about the great
wars and media and other things. He spent a lesson begrudgingly --
he used that word, not me -- talking about my father but then he
launched himself into my family history. He got really excited about
it too. From what I can tell...my great-great-great-great grandmother
was some kind of society witch. He used society, by the way. I think it
means that she did what mother does now -- a lot of talking. She must
have attended a lot of parties like mother does and sipped some of that
bubbly stuff that looks and tastes like wee -- not that I know what that
tastes like but in my mind it would make sense. It's not very nice. Foul
was the word my Nanny used. She wrinkled her nose too. I'm glad she
agrees with me. I don't think I'll ever get used to drinking that stuff.
I'm only eight! I'm not even nine yet but it's coming soon -- four days
and counting.

Birthdays are really great. My tutor has made sure that I have these
things Muggles have -- they're called Advent Calendars. They're used
to count down the days until Christmas. My birthday is on the ninth
and my tutor always makes sure that the treat behind the door
of number nine is the best in the whole calendar. He says that they're
hand made specifically for my use. Nanny smiled when he told me.
She'd been in the room and she had been grinning from ear to ear. I
thought her mouth was going to cover her face. I've never seen her
so happy. I think the calendar costs a lot and my tutor isn't very
rich; not like us. He seems to be happier though. He always arrives
with a smile and leaves with a smile; even if we've accomplished
nothing. Accomplished is my word. I learned it today, as well!

I don't know what I'm going to get for my birthday this year. Father
is away again and mother is going from Italy to Berlin. This means
that Cecilia and I are all alone. It's scary at night but Nanny is always
there and grandmother and grandfather aren't happy. They keep
Owling the house, asking Nanny if we're alright. I think they want to
come and look after us. I hope so because I really miss Grandfather.
I don’t doubt that father will send me a broom, again. I don’t want
brooms. I know there are some children like me that can’t have brooms
because their parents can’t afford them or they just don’t think they
should fly before school but I don’t want another broom. All he does
is send me brooms. He doesn’t ask what I’d like. He just assumes I
want to be like him. I don’t. Mother doesn’t send anything, just a
cheque to Nanny with a note that tells her to buy things with the money.
The only gifts I truly value are the ones Nanny, Alice and my tutor
give me. My parents don't try. I don't even think they care.

I saw Alice again today; and her sister. I definitely prefer Alice. Mira
is too cold for my liking. Alice is a year younger, Cecilia’s age, and
we’re the best of friends. I think Cecilia would have been close to
Alice given the chance but I saw Alice first – I called dibs. We were
playing in the grounds today despite the snow. Alice took that
picture; the one at the top. I would have been in it but she was
shivering so the camera didn’t stay straight. It missed me. But it’s
such a pretty scene don’t you think? Alice and I built five snowmen!
She insists that four are snow women and that men need four
women to keep them grounded. I don’t think so. I only need one and
that’s her but I’m not a man, not yet. I’m just a boy. Nanny made us
lunch. We had sandwiches and potato wedges and coco. It’s a
strange combination. I want you know, blog, that it wasn’t me that
ordered that. Alice wanted it and I thought it sounded funny so I
ate it with her. We didn’t feel so good after though. I’m fine now but
Alice isn’t. She was sick all over the rug in the foyer. Nanny screamed
but she wasn’t angry with Alice. My tutor helped her clean, both of
them saying how angry my mother would be. I took Alice home then.
Her family don’t live far but too far for someone my age according to
Nanny. They were still cleaning the rug when I got back so they
couldn’t have missed me.

Alice and I have been Owling each other since she got home. She
feels better I think but Mrs. Anderson doesn’t want her to play at
my house anymore. I don’t know why. Alice told me that she kept
on saying that she was too young to be my friend. I don’t get what
she meant, though. I’m older than Mira! I’m older by loads and yet
mother and Mrs. Anderson encourage me to play with her! I don’t
like Mira. She tries too hard. She tries to look like Alice but she’s not
my friend. She’ll never be my friend! We’re enemies! Always and
forever. Alice doesn’t like her sister so much at the moment either.
She doesn’t understand why Mira can play with me but she can’t.
She wants to know what I think. I don’t know what I think. I’m
angry, sure, but I don’t know what I can do about it. I could ask
Nanny or my tutor to write to my mother. I don’t think it would do
any good though; mother is awfully stubborn and almost as mean as
Mira. Mira is silent though...mother’s just loud and awful. Sorry, blog,
this is all I have time for. I’ve got to Owl Alice back! I’ll write soon,
okay? Maybe on my birthday or after. I’ll speak to you soon!

by **Elijah Krum** Tue Oct 26, 2010 7:21 pm

Sunday, December 9th, 2018
BLOG ENTRY NUMBER TWO, PRIVATE/PUBLIC, ADDED: 10:10PM BY ELIJAH_KRUM
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Mood: tired, Reading: a book on magical creatures, Listening: to the music Nanny has on,
Drinking: orange squash!

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I’m exhausted, blog. I can barely keep my eyes open to write
this but somehow I’m going to have to do it. I really want to
tell you about my day and it can’t wait. I promised I’d write
again on my birthday and I have. Do you see the date? It
would have been an awesome day but I think it was just an
excuse for my family to argue. That’s what they did for the
majority of the time. They didn’t even wish me a happy
birthday. Somehow Cecilia got caught up in it all, being in
the room at the time. It wasn’t even her day! I’m sorry, I
must sound like a brat but really...I just wanted a nice day
where everyone was happy. I didn’t want mother to come
home but she did. My grandparents were here and are still
here now even as I write this. I can hear them arguing in
the next room with my mother. My tutor, whose name I
found out is Micah, is sat with Nanny. He keeps on calling
her Dora. My mother yelled Nanny’s name today, really
loud. “STELLADORA,” she screamed. Nanny came running,
an anxious look on her face. I don’t know what mother
said because Micah ushered me outside but whatever it was
must have hurt Nanny badly.

I’m nine today. I’ve been nine for nearly ten hours now. I
don’t think it’s a big change. I don’t feel any older. Micah
says that I should feel empowered. Nanny countered that it
wouldn’t be until I turned ten that I could feel empowered.
Neither of them would tell me what it meant though. I found
this thing...it’s called a dictionary and I found empowered. Do
you know what it means? I don’t think Micah is right though.
No one has given me any powers or responsibilities – I found
that word too. I just feel sad. I wish my birthday hadn’t come
because it just brought misery for everyone. Everything was
fine until my mother arrived and sent Alice home. Shall I
start from the beginning? I think I should so I will.

I woke up earlier than usual. It’s been getting colder so
everyone has been sleeping in. Nanny has been getting up
later so Micah has been coming up to the house later. The
first few times she didn’t let him in because she was still
asleep but she was up before me today. I’m usually up first.
Nanny was at the door when I woke up, already dressed.
She had an outfit in her hand for me. It was a woollen
jumper, some jeans and a blazer as well as some thick
socks. She’s against shoes being worn in the house unless
they’re practical. Micah get’s snow all over the foyer when
he comes in. That’s why that rule is there.

But she gave me a hug and a kiss, leaving me to wash
and dress. When I came downstairs I was ambushed by
the House Elves. They were all excited. Probably more
excited than I was. They presented all manner of things,
sweets, clothes and odd little titbits that they’d made me.
I’d never seen them scream so much afterwards when I
tried to hug them. Micah found it awfully funny though. I
just wanted to say thank-you but they didn’t want to know.

Nanny appeared from behind Micah, her cheeks red as if
she’d been outside in the snow. She took my hand and
led me into the living room where the gifts were sat
under the tree. The tree went up on December 1st and
didn’t go down until at least mid-February. I could tell
which ones my mother had had Nanny buy. They were
wrapped especially for the occasion by the people in the
shop. Micah’s I took first. It was a book, leather-bound
and worn. He explained to me he’d had it with him for
a long while and urged me to look through it. At the
front decorating the first page was my name. It was
beautiful! I’ve never seen anything so...exquisite. The
thesaurus says that’s a good word to use. Micah told
me that it was a more personal diary. I didn’t know if
he wanted me to write in it but I wrote a song. I don’t
think I want to write in it when I can have this. That
book is more personal and I want to keep it for special
things and special times. Like a scrap-book maybe. I
put a picture of Alice and me in there too. It was taken
today as well.

We had lunch after Nanny made me open the presents
from my parents. It was the usual stuff, nothing I hadn’t
seen before. A broom from Father and an assortment of
expensive gifts from mother. I don’t want any of that
stuff. I don’t understand why they insist on sending it!
I think they must know by now. I mean, it isn’t as if I use
any of it. It just clutters up trunks that Nanny buys to
store it. Oh and get this, blog, father got me a set of
Quidditch balls and a snitch as well as a few beaters’
bats. They’re all personalised with the Krum family crest.

Alice arrived after lunch. She escaped from her house to
come to the party. I can’t tell you how happy I was to see
her blog. If I had to live on her smile and only that then I
know I could. She’s beautiful every day of the year and
today...somehow she looked even more beautiful. Micah
says that it’s normal for me to start noticing girls. He said
that he had his first kiss when he was six but Nanny had
him admit that it was only on the cheek and the little
girl had been tricked into it. I don’t want to trick Alice into
kissing me. I’d love for her to do it but if she wants to then
she wants to. I’m not going to force her. I want her to
hurry up though. I can’t wait that long!

I opened the present that she got me...it was gorgeous!
She got me this woven bracelet. Well actually she made
it herself. Her papa got some leather and she weaved it
all by herself for ME! I’m wearing it now. It’s a little bit
big but Nanny tightened it up for me. After she gave me
the bracelet Nanny came in with the cake. I blew it out
and Micah cut it. When we settled down with the cake...
mother came home. She threw Alice out almost
immediately and started shouting at Nanny. That’s all
that’s happened. We were going to do so much today
but now I’m stuck here with the computer. Micah can’t
even read because he’s too busy trying to listen in on
Nanny’s conversation with Mother. I’m scared for nanny.
Mother isn’t a nice person and I...I want her to leave
Nanny alone. We’ll see though. I don’t know how much
my opinion and my needs mean to my Mother. I want
Nanny to stay though. I need her to. Micah needs her
to as well.

Oh, the picture is the one Alice took on the way here
today. She only managed to give it to me before mother
came in. I suppose I’ll talk to Ali tomorrow. I’ll write soon
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