A pointless Harry Potter post:
As a rabid, angst-ridden thirteen-year-old, I used to be completely obsessed with Harry Potter. Books, movies, fan fiction (!), Rupert Grint, hating Emma Watson. Oh, everything, you know. I think I outgrew it somewhere along the way. Except the hating Emma Watson part. And it's not that I don't enjoy everything HP still. I do. Read on and see why :)
I came out of the fifth movie pitying those who had not read the (oh so boring) 5th book. What the fuck did they do with Chris Columbus? The first two movies were the cutest and the bestest. Well, at least there is some consolation in this 5th movie re: the scenes with Harry waking up drenched in sweat, looking completely vulnerable and fearful and in dire need of a bear hug. I have no shame in ogling younger boys. Or older boys.
Good luck to everyone who's currently shitting their pants about the 7th book.
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