Silver Linings: Part 3

This week the silver lining is pretty obvious. I finally saw Harry Potter and the Cursed Child: Parts one and two. If you are thinking “who cares,” I can assume one of two things:

1) You have never had the luck of reading or watching HP, in which case I express my sincere condolences. The good news is that I am using my magical power to send you all seven books and eight movies. They should be appearing in your mailbox right now. Do you see them? Ok… So, unfortunately I lack any sort of magical or superpowers. If I had powers, you’d be full of owls in your living room right about now, so you are probably happy that I am just a muggle. But seriously, please go visit your local bookstore or library ASAP. Welcome to the wizarding world. You can thank me later.

2) Or… maybe you have read or watched Harry Potter, but it was not your think. Maybe you hated it… GASP! Do not worry, I am not judging. I know how this feels. The whole world loves Game of Thrones, but I just cannot get into it. They have a serious lack of magic and wands as far as I am concerned. I know they also have houses, but I really cannot name them. On the other hand, I will be able to list all Hogwarts houses and the wizards in them from my grave. One of my goals in life is to adopt four cats: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. “Gryffindor get off the counter!” “Slytherin give that toy back to Ravenclaw right now or I am sending you to Azkaban.” “Hufflepuff use your litter box please!”

I do not want to say too much about the play, as I do not like spoiling things for people. Part of the reason that I do not watch Game of Thrones is that it is impossible to avoid spoilers (an episode is barely over and someone quickly blurts our who was the unfortunate character to be beheaded that week). Here is what I can say: The play was truly amazing and beautiful. It was everything that I hoped for and more. It was like revisiting your childhood home and feeling all warm and fluffy inside. Growing up was not easy for me. I was bullied and my anxiety was always present. Harry Potter gave me a refugee (and still does). When the world was bleak and dark, I would escape into Hogwarts. Everything seemed possible, because if Harry could save the wizarding world, then maybe I could just save myself. I still not have given up hope on getting my letter to Hogwarts. Or maybe my dogs ate it and I will have to wait for the owl to bring a new one.