I’ve been obsessed over the culture of Harry Potter since high school. I picked up the first book while being bored at the beach with family and having nothing else to do, because my Mom’s friends son had it and I forgot reading material (this was pre-cell phones people). I was instantly immersed in the Wizarding World, and finished the book in the 5 hours or so we were at the beach. On the way home I made a stop at the bookstore, picking up all of the books that were out, eagerly awaiting the next in the series.
When I went to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter in Universal last year, I walked under the magical arch into Diagon Alley and cried. It was real. The emotion of being so passionate about a culture and lifestyle hit me like a ton of those magical bricks. Everything I read about was right in front of me. For those who get it, you just get it, and you can never get enough. You dream of shipping off to Hogwarts, and a beautiful owl delivering your letter. The world of Harry Potter isn’t just a phase, it isn’t just a “she likes Harry Potter” to me, it’s a lifestyle. It may sound odd to non believers, but the magic is there.
“After all this time”
In memory of Alan Rickman