Harry Potter Is My Homeboy

Recently I made the score of a lifetime. That’s right. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows pt. 2 midnight release tickets.

My bromance with the man with the lightning scar began when I got the first three books for my 10th birthday. Since then I’ve bought all the books and watched in horror as the movies steadily declined in quality (books over movies, fo’sho).

This movie marked a low point in our relationship

When I went to go see the first part of the Deathly Hallows I was not expecting much. I really didn’t like Order of the Phoenix and the Half-Blood Prince wasn’t that much better. However, I was extremely surprised with the first half of HP7. Dobby’s demise moved me almost literally to tears and I think that Helena Bonham Carter (Bellatrix Lestrange) should win an Oscar.

With my frothing-mouthed devotion to the Boy Who Lived freshly restored I waited anxiously for almost an entire year for the last movie to come out. Part of me hates Warner Brothers for being a tease and making the film two movies. On the other hand, I’m glad that they’re taking the time to do this one properly. Too much was cut out from previous films and I am happy that the same thing isn’t happening to the same degree with HP7.

Coming back to the midnight showing, I am seriously considering going in costume. At the very least I’m going to draw a scar on my forehead. I do work the next morning but any lack of sleep will be totally worth it to see Harry Potter kick some Voldemort ass. I can only hope my friend doesn’t shout “Accio Hermione’s clothes!” as soon as Emma Watson steps onscreen again. That was embarrassing.

And my plan to dress like this totally isn't