Sunday, 18 November 2012

Life's Magical Moments


It really upsets me that no matter how many times I watch or read the fifth Harry Potter, Sirius Black always dies. And Cedric Diggory always dies in the fourth one. And no matter what I do, that stupid Umbridge woman always irritates the hell out of me. There must be some way that I can change it. Maybe if I read it one more time? Or watch a different recording? Well, the truth of the matter is I can’t change it, no matter what.

The thing is though, no matter how many times I end up crying my eyes out because Sirius dies, or end up gritting my teeth every time Umbridge opens that horrible mouth of hers, all these things make the Harry Potter series what it is, and that is TRULY AMAZING!!

I know there are stacks of people out there that hate Harry Potter and that think it’s childish and pathetic but there are also tonnes of people who have grown up wishing their lives were a scene from Harry Potter and I am pretty sure that my sister and I aren’t the only ones who nearly jumped off the top of a building when we didn’t receive a letter from Hogwarts at the age of eleven.

Quite frankly I don’t really understand why there aren’t more Harry Potter fans in the world. I can’t quite comprehend what kid wouldn’t become truly obsessed with the idea of magic and dragons, spells, witches and wizards.

As I got older I started to realize that it was all fictional and that magic didn’t exist but that didn’t stop me from enjoying the stories and loving the characters. Then, at the beginning of this year the most amazing thing happened. A friend of mine and I were at a typical feedlot party and were chatting in the kitchen when me, being the cluts that I am, knocked over my wine glass and it broke into tonnes of little pieces.

Ok, yes, nothing exciting about that, but as we were cleaning it up he found the most amazing shard of glass, shaped EXACTLY like the lightning bolt on Harry’s head. As both of us are completely nuts about the books we got super-excited about it and decided to put it somewhere safe for the remainder of the evening. However, we managed to break it in our slightly inebriated states.

Now, I know the whole concept of magic is fictional and all and no I’m not delusional, but I must say that seeing that tiny shard of glass did give me some sort of unreasonable joy. Maybe there is a certain kind of magic in life. Maybe there are moments in life which can be truly magical. Maybe, just maybe.

And if my only reason for watching Harry Potter is so that I can hold my little shard of belief in magic then so be it. Besides, it’s great for the procrastinating mind.

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