Wizarding World of Harry Potter
I want to go. I want to go badly. I want to go so badly it hurts. I remember I was really sad when I turned 11 and I never received my Hogwarts Letter. I used to tell my Mom that the Owl got lost and was still searching for me. I'm still convinced the poor owl is still lost somewhere in Siberia or something. I'm certainly not a bloody muggle. Or, I dare to say it, a squib (since I have family members in Puerto Rico who do witch craft and stuff-- er, I don't talk to those people, though). Oh, I used to have such a crush on Daniel Radcliffe. Used to make my mom buy me his posters and photobooks, used to doodle his name in my notebook, and even pretended to be blind a few times so I could wear glasses (which I regret remarkably since now I really am quite blind...).
That was back when I used to root for Harry/Hermione, though. Long time ago indeed.
That was back when I used to root for Harry/Hermione, though. Long time ago indeed.