Always.
I can't believe this happened. We were robbed of such a bright man. AGAIN. I'm heartbroken.
Dear Alan,
I never received my letter, but in a way I grew up in Hogwarts. I was a Slytherin and Professor Snape the Head of my house and the teacher I loved to hate. And you, Alan, played him brilliantly. The best is that you weren't just my Professor Snape. As I grew up, you were also my Harry and my Colonel Brandon, and that actor that made me keep watching a movie I hadn't planned to just because I knew you were going to be fantastic. You did a great job and you always seemed (sounded) to be an amazing man. You were inspiring in many ways. Thank you for leaving all this amazing work behind for us to enjoy. Rest in peace.
(Go shine up there, Alan.)
I wrote that on Instagram. I honestly didn't think I'd be this sad over this, but I guess it makes sense. Harry Potter had such an influence in making me the woman I am today. In a way, I did grow up in Hogwarts. I made my friends there. I hid there when I didn't like my muggle life. I became a better writer exploring the castle's corridors. Alan Rickman was a huge part of it, and as with any of the other actors involved, I feel a connection and affection towards him so enormous that this leaves me heartbroken. He was brilliant and yet he is no more. I feel for his family and friends and the people who did have the chance to get to know him. RIP.