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Every year a new Harry Potter movie comes out I pretend not to care, but I totally do.
I’ve pretended not to care from the beginning. Not that I have anything against standing up for wizards, and magic, and other nerdgasm ingredients, (My Dad’s a Dungeon Master), I just feel kind of silly getting as excited for it as I do.
But I do. I really do.
I get less excited than I was for the release of the first World of Warcraft expansion, and less excited than I was for any of the Lord of the Rings movies, but nonetheless, I get excited. I could pee my pants when I think about trying to avoid Facebook from the midnight opening until I get to see it. Pee. My. Pants.
I’d go see it at midnight, but I promised my dad I’d see it with him and old people can’t be out after midnight or they turn into goblins.
I kind of struggle right before a big release like this because it usually inspires a lot of social media chatter about that parts will be included or left out, and I don’t know anything about all that jazz because I didn’t read the books. Sometimes I feel like the only person on earth who didn’t. I started reading a little bit of the first book back when I was in high school but it occurred to me that it would be quite a commitment to start them because I had no way of knowing when they would stop being written.
I don’t just blindly sign up for that sort of nonsense.
So I instead waited for the movie to be released and loved it. I’m not a Potterhead or anything. I don’t buy the capes, I don’t grimace through the gross flavored jelly beans just to laugh at eating something that tastes like earwax, and I don’t get excited about the relationship between Hermione and Ron.
To be honest, I always thought Hermione and Harry had a pretty clear thing going until a loyal reader showed me the error of my ways.
But I’ll admit that I’ve watched the trailer a few times just to dry to quiet the soft, persistent thunder of excitement in my belly. I almost don’t care that someone will unwrap candy during the movie, talk right behind my ears, and get up to go to the bathroom in my row in a very intense scene. Or that someone within my field of vision will emit a strong glow from their cell phone as they text throughout the movie. …or that there is inevitably someone near me explaining the movie as it’s happening to someone right beside them.
Actually, you know what?
Maybe I can wait. ♣
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