Harry Potter Movie Marathon

This very day I realized something as I was watching

Harry Potters 4, 5 , 7.1, and 7.2.

With Kasey, Ariel, and Addie.

I realized in  the midst of all our obscure Harry Potter facts,

that one person started and another finished.

That I miss Harry Potter.

I read them a lot.

I read random pages of them.

Or entire books, just randomly.

I'll watch the movies,

sometimes at 2 in the morning,

when I can't sleep.

Or even when I can, but I would just rather disappear

into the magical world of Harry Potter.

So, its not in that sense that I miss Harry Potter.

I miss going to the midnight showings with my dad.

I miss staying up for hours on a school night,

reading, because I want to know what happens next.

I miss the mystery.

I already know what happens next.

I know what parts I really look forward too,

and I know what parts just set my teeth on edge.

On New Years Eve Ariel asked,

"If you could relive Harry Potter,

experiencing it all for the first time,

would you?"

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

I definitely would.

I read Fred's death scene when I got home.

I started crying when I read,

"And Percy was shaking, and Ron

was kneeling beside them,

and Fred's eyes stared without seeing,

the ghost of his laugh still etched in his face."

Its crazy how attached I am to fictional characters.

just breathe.