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| If only I grew up to be as hot as these kids did. |
We did it. We might have been four days late to the party, but we finally went and witnessed the end of an era. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part Two has been watched. We laughed, we cried, we were happy with what we saw. And now, we must die because we have nothing left to look forward to. Our lives are now complete.
While I sit here and wait for death to come to me, I'm going to take a trip down memory lane.
In true Neri fashion, I was totally late to the Harry Potter parade. I remember first hearing about the books when I was in year 10, but I hated the people who told me about it, so I refused to read it out of principle. Yes, I am that petty. It wasn't until well into Year 11 that curiosity got the better of me and I decided to have a look at what all the fuss was about. By that stage, the first four books were out and The Chamber of Secrets was about to hit cinemas.
My fondest memory of the movies was going to the premiere of Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban with Casey in these amazing robes that her Nan had made us. My hideous orange and purple hair was crimped in a terrible attempt to recreate Hermione, and we had drum sticks for wands. It was kind of awkward being the only adults that didn't have kids with us at the screening. Add the costumes and we must have look like a pair of morons.
My mind was fucking blown watching that movie. Alfonso Cuarón systematically destroyed the universe that Chris Columbus had created and I relished every second of it. Suddenly the Harry Potter universe was how I had imagined it to be. I was a public schooled kid, screw having my shirt tucked in! What, pristine green lawns? Hell no, a rickety bridge perked precariously above certain death is the way to go!
Casey and I wasted so much of our late teens obsessing over the Harry Potter world. We perverted it to our own ends; it helped us both work through some big issues that I'm almost 100% certain aren't even remotely related to the Harry Potter story. As the plot got darker, we grew older and wiser. I think it's pretty freakin' awesome that we were together to watch the final ever Harry Potter movie. Those dorky kids who watched Prisoner of Azkaban in costume are now living very different lives to what they imagined. Harry has been a part of the journey and will, for me, always remind me of the 'good old days'.
Damn it, that's two soppy "I love my friends!" posts in a row. I'm getting all pathetic and sentimental in my old age. I'd better end this with a bang.
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I would totally do dirty things to Ron Weasley.
Talk about being late to the HP parade? I finally broke down and read the books two years ago. And I'm 29. Also, do you read books before seeing movie versions too? My husband thinks I'm weird, but if there's a book about it, I HAVE to read it first. I like to compare the two.
ReplyDeleteI'm totally with you about reading the book before watching the movie. I feel like sometimes it's more of a curse though, because I sometimes find myself enjoying a movie less because I nitpick plot differences. I might have to contain myself and not re-read The Hobbit until after I've watched the movie!
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