London: Motherland of Magic

HP WorldAshley and I have gone to Harry Potter World every year for the past three years – without small children in tow as an excuse for our unbridled enthusiasm. We unreservedly embrace our inner nerdiness. Especially since, with the coinage of the term “hipster”, nerdy is the new cool. I didn’t have it so good in junior high. But I digress…

Last year, I wore this shirt around Universal Studios all day:

Harry Potter Grumpy CatAshley was still willing to be seen with me and even take pictures with me. I am sure there is now no doubt as to why she is my best friend.

This year, we decided to change it up and go directly to London, Motherland of Magic. United Airlines will serve as our portkey to the UK.

Ashley and I are convinced that the only reason we remain stuck as Muggles is that Voldemort was in power during each of our 11th birthdays, so we never received our Hogwarts letters. We’re headed to the heart of magic to see the Headmaster himself about either adult admission or use of a Time Turner. The official Pottermore quiz has already declared that I am, without a doubt, intended for Gryffindor.

While we’re in London, we will surely stop by Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. When I was in elementary school, my mom wouldn’t let me have the Sonic Sleuth Bionic Ear (something about eavesdropping being rude?), so I was thinking about getting a magical Extendable Ear – that is, until my full physical earlier this week.

The technician administering the hearing test had a look of awe on his face when I exited the hearing machine. “Wow. That is the best hearing test result I have ever seen!” He looked at me in wonderment. “What do you do again?”

So. Extendable Ears? Not needed. Born with ’em! But I could be talked into picking up one of those love potions…

amortentia

Authentically Aurora

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A Message from Harry

I am a Harry Potter fan.

That might be a reasonably significant understatement.

I grew up with the characters, aging as they did, and my dad read all of the books aloud to our family, complete with character voices ranging from deep, rumbly Mad Eye Moody to high and squeaky Dobby. One birthday, I even got a phone call from all of the Harry Potter characters each wishing me a happy birthday in turn. That, my friends, is true love.

I might also have gone to Harry Potter World in Orlando at age 25. Without any small children. And then again at age 26. And then again at age 27. Still with no small children. But I’m completely normal. Sane, even.

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you're just as sane as i am 2

Anyway, now I am all grown up and mature. It’s been two whole months since my last visit to Harry Potter World. The major corporation where I work has transformed me into a full-fledged business professional (Muggle style, without even using McGonagall’s lessons in Transfiguration).

So when our new EVP (my boss’s, boss’s, boss’s, boss’s boss) sent out his first quarterly communication to staff, I was not at all tempted to do this:

Harry

Okay, maybe I was.

And maybe I did.

Clearly I am not yet remorseful. 🙂

Authentically Aurora