Walking out of Wizarding World and they’re playing ‘Leaving Hogwarts’. Possibly one of the saddest moments of my life.

RUPERT GRINT ISNHERE. I AM CRYING SO UGLY.

my favorite parts are always the quidditch matches. I get really into it and really worked up. There’s one in Prisoner of Azkaban, I think it’s the final (Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, obviously). I started shaking, and when Gryffindor won I totally cried. Then I was like, shit. Calm the fuck down.

This is going to be a giant, probably rambling post about the last couple days and how they were hilarious and awesome and Harry Potter and yeah.

A story of dedication, heat, quasi-celebrities, magic, and exhaustion.

Wednesday night I got off work and went to my best friend’s house. I have a bed on the floor of his bedroom. Like mattress and everything. His…definitely not girlfriend but friendgirl-with sex sometimes-and dates was there. Her name is Emily. Chris gave me a beer that tasted like cherry nyquil so as revenge I ate all the cherries from his Cherry Garcia ice cream. We got Emily to watch the pilot of Glee then we all realized it was almost two in the morning and we were supposed to be heading out at six. Charles still hadn’t showed up so I texted him to let him know he was fired. He showed up about forty-five minutes later scaring us all out of sleep.

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• This is me making a face because it’s hot and gross out!

• Me posing with the awesome cardboard poster thing in the theater with my Slytherin robes!

• Chris and Charles with the Hogwarts Express!

• The Conductor for the Hogwarts Express and I! Rolled up sleeves because it was hot as hell!

Motherfucker.