Harry Potter

Skina and I waiting to get our hands on the sixth book, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. July 16th, 2005. Sorry for the duck face.

As I was driving home from watching Harry Potter part II, I started daydreaming about all the times I sat outside the theatres; waited in line for new books; laughed and cried while reading and re-reading the series; obsessed over fan sites; received little toys, trinkets, and souvenirs as birthday / Christmas / random presents; and more. I thought to myself how well the movie was executed and kept re-playing over all the scenes I thought were most memorable. It seemed crazy, almost too unreal that after so long, we finally reached the end and right at that moment, a white owl flew over my car... I couldn't have asked for a better way to end over a decade's worth of something so very close to my heart. HP!