Ok, I’ll hold my hands up. It took me until the ripe old age of 26 to start watching them films about that kid who had a scar on his head.
I know right, like where have I been?
So anyway. My housemate & best mate (she hates just being called my housemate) is a Harry Potter addict so I decided to settle down and start watching them just to shut her up nagging and to also understand such a major part of her life.
Now I can imagine at 11 years of age my mind would have been blown by the flying cars and wands but later in life you just appreciate it on a different kind of level.
Things like the Knight Bus.
I mean, how many of us mildly pissed up twenty-something’s wish this was a real thing? It sussed when you were lost, it knew when there were ‘no cars available’ on Uber and it just showed up. Sped you home. And was driven by an absolute ledge rasta guy.
As an older person you also have a real understanding of how beneficial a time turner would be in a way that your 12 year old self just wouldn’t get. Let’s be real. How much would that sort our shit out? We could be in the gym, and at work and be at home sorting the washing out all at the same time. Can you get these on QVC? Cos, like, seriously. Need.
You also really wish that you had a real life Dawn French hanging on your wall. Not because of the mystical magic surrounding moving paintings. But because you grew up watching Vicar of Dibley. So you idolise her. And would just get to reinact it for you at all times.
You understand the Weasley’s struggle with having such a shit owl. Because he basically resembles your postman and he’s complete lack of ability to actually leave a card when your not in or not break your ‘fragile’ packages.
You’re sitting there watching the Quidditch World Cup and are thinking ‘this pisses all over the London 2012 Olympics’
You get on your high horse about how much the hearings at the Ministry of Magic glorifies court. Erm, last time I checked there is no where near that amount of theatre attached to a driving offence slap on the wrist.
You know damn well that Moaning Myrtle was based on that annoying bird at work that collars you in the toilet to whinge about everything. EVER. When all you want to do is have a wee and touch up your lippy.
You clap and rejoice when Ron says the word ‘tosspot’…such an incredibly underused insult.
You sit and think about what a nightmare a ‘self-snowing’ Christmas tree would be on the carpet.
The first thing that comes to mind when Harry has his first kiss isn’t ‘ awwww’ like it would have been 15 years ago. It’s more along the lines of ‘ha, bet he got a right boner’ .
& lastly you know how much you really relate to the joy felt from a two piece meal…