Woes of a College Student

Woman In Black

It was really difficult for me to watch Woman In Black without trying to tell Daniel Radcliffe to just expelliarmus that ghost.

You would think a wizard would be smart enough to leave a haunted house.

Or maybe cause he’s a wizard he thought the could take on that freak lady.

Nope. Nope he couldn’t. Way to go, Harry.

Just Puttin’ It Out There

I’m having a Harry Potter themed birthday party when I turn 21. I want a Harry Potter cake, snitch cake pops, and butter beer shots.

Guys, i just really want to complain about how pottemore is always under construction, and i’m not even in yet. like seriously, when is my turn? i just want to take a potions class. i want to be put in a house. my heart is sad :(

Hello, Harry

I pull into my driveway just as my phone rings. I figure it’s my parents, wondering where I’m at, when I’ll be home, you know, the usual. No, it’s my friend. She hasn’t called me in a while. To what do I owe this honor? 

“Hey, Harry Potter tickets are up,” she tells me. I run inside, let my Mom know I’m back, and run to my laptop and flip open the screen. But Facebook is already pulled up, and I get distracted. 

Suddenly, I remember my mission! I quickly click over to Fandango and check the tickets. They’re already sold out for the 12:15 show. Oh well, 12:30 will do. I call my best friend. How many tickets will I need to buy? Well, she doesn’t answer. Whatever, I’m going with two.

The time starts clicking before the tickets run out. I’ve got to hurry. I click through the necessary pages.

Crap. I need my credit card. It’s in my car.

6 minutes left. Can I make it?

I leap off my bed and sprint down the stairs, hugging the bannister as I spin around and slide across the wooden floor towards the garage.

“Where are you going?!” My sister asks. I don’t answer, I just run.

I fling open the garage door and happen to look down as my feet keep carrying me across the floor. The cat has strewn trash everywhere!

I feel something soft beneath my feet. Moldy bread. Gross. But I don’t care, time is ticking. My hands are shaking as I try to open my car door. I throw my body across the passenger seat and dig in my console for my wallet. I’ve got it. Now to return. 

I sprint back to my laptop, this time leaping over the pile of trash. I try to steady my hand as I punch in the numbers. 

Numbers in. Click to the next page. MY ORDER ISN’T COMPLETE YET?! WHAT?! 4 minutes left. I hurry and do the necessary procedures.

Finally, I see that beautiful page. “Your order is complete. Click here to print your tickets.” Hello, Harry. In merely a month I shall see your face for one last time.