Don't you hate it when you're trying to eat your breakfast and a Nimbus 2000 is dropped by an owl into your cereal? It's probably the same aggravation people get when they have to remember which direction the staircase is going to be switching for the day.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone came out when I was nine-years-old. By the time the J.K Rowling's books were finally completed, I was the same age as the characters. To say the least, I grew up with Ron, Hermione and Harry.
When the characters were starting to develop hormones and urges for the opposite sex, so was I. Oh, how badly I wanted to be snogged in the hallway by the current boy I was pining over.
Plus, have you seen how hot each of them grew up to be? Daniel Radcliffe has even gone nude on stage! What my 16 year old self wouldn't have given to see that. Emma Watson is going to Brown and being all smartsy and whatnot. Though, I'm not sure what Rupert Grint is up to, he'll always hold a place in my heart as my favorite ginger.
I stayed up late under my bed sheets with a flashlight for hours just to finish each chapter. I read the books in class and constantly received criticism from my teachers. They didn't fully understand that whatever Dumbledore had to say was far more important than who was the 22nd President of the United States.
When the seventh book was released, I locked myself in my room and did come out for three days. Since I come from such a small town, only about two hundred people use my post office. I bribed my postmaster with a fifty dollar bill in order for him to relinquish the book a day in advance to me. Apparently, it was a felony to do so and I was left waiting in front of the post office all morning for it to open. I informed my parents that I wasn't to be disturbed and that my meals were to be left outside my door. There was no Facebook, TV, or cellphone. I was cut off.
I've gone to most all of the midnight showings and was first in line but never dressed up. You can tell me that I'm not a true fan for that. However, I don't think you need to wear circular glasses and a painted on scar for that to be so. It's just enough satisfaction to me to be ahead of the seven-year-old who's completely decked out because I know I've been a fan since before he was alive.
A part of me died when the book series ended and the movies are what kept me strong. However, within a year, those will come to an end as well. I feel as if the last part of my childhood is finally ending and I have to grow up. No other book series has captivated me for over half of my lifetime. I just don't want to let go of the magic. Though, with the new theme park being opened in Orlando I might have it forever. I've heard rumors that in the Harry Potter recreate world there is a wand at Ollivander's that really chooses you!
I think the boy that I need in life will be the one who uses the pick up line "Are you using the Confundus charm or are you just that mind blowing?" I will propose to him on the spot.
So who's with me? Do you guys all geek out over Harry Potter as much as me? Am I even allowed to talk in depth about the book? Do I have to keep my mouth duct tape shut as to not spoil any endings? Do you really even care?
I hope, for your sake, it isn't the latter.
I'm still waiting on that acceptance later. I know all my kookiness and eccentric behaviors point to one thing: witch.