Potterhead Feels and Realisations.
As a Potterhead, I sure have a lot of dreams that can’t ever
come true, like witnessing a Sorting Ceremony, cheering in a Quidditch match or
simply being inside Hagrid’s hut. These are all as possible as it is for pigs
to fly. The only way I could actually do these things would be to see the
shooting of the Harry Potter films. But that doesn’t sound as great as being in
the place of the characters. And as someone who can hardly imitate myself,
being a Harry Potter character doesn’t sound that plausible, right?
Well, coming to the point of this blog- I WENT TO THE WARNER BROS. STUDIO IN LONDON. I am sure if I got a dollar for how happy I was; I would
be richer than J.K Rowling. Trust me, it is hard to act sane in front of so
many people when you’re practically dying to see something but you know they
won’t understand because of the insensitive people they are?
We travelled by a bus from the Studio and it was all I ever
wanted. They showed us the Philosopher’s Stone after all. I mean, that tells
you just how great people in the Studio would be. On entering the Studio, this
very generous person (bless his soul) handed me and my father a Harry Potter
passport.
The first thing we saw was a short film on the Studio, after
which the screen evaporated and there was a huge door, and not just any door
but the one that takes you to the Great Hall. And the Great Hall was the
beginning of the awesomeness and feels I was going to be a victim of.
After the Great Hall we were taken into a hall where in
specific corners there were various Harry Potter-related props or settings. There
was the Forbidden Forest that had me going bananas. The Gryffindor Common Room
was pretty much my life. I couldn’t even react through all of it. The Hogwarts
Castle model was just magical. I almost forgot to click pictures during it. Oh,
and the Dursley’s house at Privet Drive! OH I WAS SHAKING. I WAS NEVER MORE SO OUT
OF MY BREATH. I even drank Butterbeer. I never wanted it to finish. It was just
beautiful. The whole experience. The souvenirs I brought which I’m never
giving to anyone, too.
There were J.K Rowling quotes on the wall, Harry’s faces all
over the place, the characters’ wand waiting to be opened, basically ALL I EVER
WANTED.
My obsession of Harry Potter started sometime last year and
through this year it might have reduced slightly (SHAME ON ME). I was pretty
sure I was not going to stay a Potterhead for long (SHAME ON ME) but after the
happiness the Harry Potter Studios gave me. . .
I realized that I was still obsessed with Harry Potter.
After all this time?
Always.
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