5.27.2011

Waiting for My Hogwarts Letter



While driving to my house from school, I noticed a strange shape flying through the sky. Unsure of what this object was (it was long, thin, and had one headlight), my Harry Potter-obsessed brain immediatly assumed this object was a flying motorcycle. As it came in closer proximity to my mother's car, my heart dropped as I realized that it wasn't a flying motorcycle, but instead a helicopter. This is just one example of the moments in which I wish I was part of the world of Harry Potter.

My father attempted to read the books to me when I was in first grade. I never really did get the full affect because he would read a paragraph and then fall asleep. We got onto the first chapter of 'Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets' before I reprieved him of his duty's and allowed him some sleep at night. Of course, so I could stay socially adequate, I saw movies one, two and three, without touching the books. However, when I was in fifth grade, I took a stab, and decided to start reading them again.

I started at the Sixth Book first, and was amazed.

How different Harry's world had become! From the first year where spells like Wingardium Leviosa were a challenge, Harry was able to easily accomplish those spells, and more, such as Protego (a force-field like protection spell) and Expecto Patronum (allowing the user to create a white light [occasionally comes in the form of an animal] that can deliver messages and protect the user from dementors). I was enthralled by the new ideas that J.K. Rowling had introduced.

But I was confused.

What happened to the Nimbus 2000 or the beloved Sirius Black who Harry constantly mourned thorough out the book? And who was Luna Lovegood? And what the heck was the "D.A."? Asking these questions to myself, I, after i finished the Sixth Book, read Book Five...then Book Four....then Book Three....then Book Two....then Book One (again).

Yes, I read the Harry Potter series backwards. And I got it.

So you can all imagine my thrill when I read the seventh book, and my heartbreak when I realized that 'that was it.' There were no more spells, nor relationships, nor threats, nor adventures. Harry Potter was over. And after four years of facing that fact, I decided that it's my turn.

While I may be a little old to start Hogwarts, children start a few years late in school all the time. And, although I don't live in Britain, I'm sure that the owl can make the delivery to my suburban home. Obviously, I've put a lot of thought into my wizarding potential, and I will continue to put a decent amount of effort into it.

I want to go to Hogwarts. Simple as that.

1 comments:

Katie

Taylor. Don't even worry about it, dude. We've got this in the bag. We've downloaded the Harry Potter spell caster app on our iPods, have all the Hogwarts "garb," and have even eaten some Hogwarts-inspired candy. If we're not getting in as students, we're getting in as professors. Duh.

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