When Pottermore finally launched, I spent more than a few hours entering various email addresses in the hopes of securing a Beta invite by the end of the month. (I may or may not have created new email accounts just so I could enter them into Pottermore.)
Yesterday was the official press conference for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part II. I’ve read three different transcripts of the session, and I’ve read just about every HP-related article on the BBC, the Telegraph, and the Guardian – not to mention all the American papers.
Today was the London world premiere. I’ve watched all 4+ hours of the streaming and clicked through all 94562483920374 images. I think I’ve seen every single picture of every single actor, director, producer, or technician even remotely involved with the series.
Tom Felton was looking especially gorgeous.
These past few weeks, I’ve read every single book (twice) and watched all the movies. I’ve listened to hundreds of podcasts, and I’ve visited Mugglenet so often, it’s on my most-visited list on Google Chrome. I’m always humming the soundtracks, and more often than not, I have a huge grin on my face because I’ve found something Harry Potter-related on the internet.
My Harry Potter fanaticism has reached unparalleled heights.
In just a week, the last movie will finally release. I’ll finally have some closure. But I feel like I’m going to explode and implode – simultaneously – if I have to wait any longer.
My uncle thinks I’ve gone crazy.
My grandmother thinks I’ve fallen sick.
-July 7th
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