Thursday, March 24, 2016
Someday, when I am much older than I am now, I will be watching Harry Potter. Whatever movie it is, from the Philosopher's Stone to the Deathly Hallows, my eyes will be glazed with tears, as they always are when I see, hear, or read it. And I will pull out my phone and call whomever is closest to me to say,
"I am so jealous of those kids. I wish I could go to Hogwarts too, and meet those people--the characters and actors alike." And they will reply,
"Really? You're still jealous? I got over that long ago. Grow up!" To which I will say,
"I don't have a wand, so I can't perform a Patronus charm for you. But I can assure you...
"After all this time?
And then I will hang up as fast as I can before breaking down into hysterics.