So I  FINALLY got to sleep at around 6am and I woke up at 9. A little over three hours. Go me. Needless to say, I should be exhausted, but I am not. I just can’t be.

I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2 just a couple of hours ago and I spent half of the film clutching my milkduds and slushie so hard I thought my hand would for sure crush the cup and cardboard, but it didn’t, and the other half weeping so hard I thought my chest would implode.

They somehow managed to kill EVERYONE I loved (except Ron, George and Neville, thank GOD) in a matter of 15 minutes. I sobbed so hard when Fred died, but even harder when Snape died. I felt like I was losing a dear friend when I watched Snape die. He was an amazing character and Alan Rickman was SO wonderful in the role, that you cant help but feel the loss deep in the pit of your stomach. I was ECSTATIC when they did Snape’s Death scene though. They truly did it justice.

So, today, so far, I am EMOTIONALLY drained. I got my crying out plus, I got to complete my Harry Potter experience by doing what I promised I would. I took my Sirius Black wand with me to the film, and as the screen went black and the score soared through the theater, I raised my wand high above my head and spoke the words that would symbolize the completion of something that great…”Mischief Managed.”

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