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Oh Harry.  Harry Harry Potter.

*no spoilers here...promise!...although how can you "spoil" a movie when it's already a book?*

It was great. Great. Great. Great.

The night went something like this...

11pm...depart the house to deserted streets.

11:35pm...arrive at theatre.  Crazy how bustling that place was in the dead of the night.

12:05am...Harry time.

Action.

Snacks.

Hermione.

Girl crying on my right. (jeez)

Voldermort.

Slew of girls sobbing on Phil's left.

Neville.

Loud breather on my right...inhale, EXHALE (or is she still sobbing?) 

Ron.

More good movie watching.

Professor McGonagall.

Dumbledore.

Snape.

oh...and Harry.

HP.

Potter.

The boy who lived.

Harry Potter.

I felt slightly childish going to a midnight movie, but something about Harry Potter brings me back to 12 years old.

12 years old is a healthy age to love Harry Potter right?  Better than 22.

So since it started back then, it's ok.

Phil agrees.

I'd see it again. Mostly cuz I don't want it to end.

xoxo