Life can be incredibly shit sometimes, as I may have mentioned sometime before. This year alone has been completely horrendous – which I have also mentioned – what with the death of Alan Rickman and my birthday falling on a Monday, and I’ve been dealt yet another crushing blow this November from none other than Pottermore. Continue reading “dealing with the crushing blow of finding out my patronus”
If there’s two things in this world I enjoy, they are Harry Potter and boozing. Like many others (I hope), I grew up with Harry, Ron and Hermione. I waited patiently for my Hogwarts letter on my 11th birthday, I queued with countless other Muggle-borns to purchase my yearly novel, and I suffered in indignity when the time came to say goodbye following the final film.
Not one to let go of anything dear to my heart, I have since amassed a collection of four wands – two of which I lost on nights out and had to re-purchase – a Slytherin robe, six Harry Potter tattoos and countless themed paraphernalia. I like Harry Potter. Whilst on this collective journey, I have also honed a taste for cocktails of all varieties and when two loves go hand in hand it is hard to ignore the ignition of the heart.
So once again, Harry (or whoever you may be), I must ask too much of you…
Should you have a spare two minutes could you please visit my delicious Google forms page and help me with some market research? It may eventually lead to you receiving your own Hogwarts letter and infinite witchy good karma.
If you click RIGHT HERE it will take you to the form 🙂 FANKS!!!!
I brewed up a successful batch of Polyjuice Potion, and became Hermione Granger (took me fucking ages to get right). Spent the day with Harry and Ron throwing shit at Filch’s cat, then had a go on Viktor Krum later on and was not disappointed.
Unsure on how I’ve still not got my name down for Hogwarts…
So I’ve waited all of five days to post about Harry Potter, and I think I’ve done quite well. As a few of you may know (hi mum), I’m a bit of a HP fan. I am, in fact, the proud owner of three wands, a cloak (Slytherin – haters gonna hate), and a small collection of tattoos – tokens of my appreciation for the boy who lived… Continue reading “an urgent plea: get me to hogwarts”