
So. Harry Potter 7. Who hasn't seen it yet?
I went to the movies this past Saturday armed with a warm hoodie and a bucket of excessive popcorn, ready to enjoy Part 1 of Harry, Hermione, and Ron's last adventure together. And what an adventure it was.
The film starts off on a very saddening note; Hermione erases her existence from her parents' memory. I'm not going to talk more about the beginning or anything in the storyline. But I will say that Hermione really stole the show. Emma Watson's acting was simply awesome. When Hermione was sad, I was sad. When she was frustrated with Ron, so was I. My personal favorite part of the movie was the Camping Follies of Harry and Hermione (Sans Ron).
Much like my wizarding heroes, I'll be turning 17 this upcoming Sunday. I don't know what to really expect; life is probably going to go on per usual. But 16 is such a comfortable age. Iconic, even. I'm the second-youngest in my school's senior class, and typically have been among the younger ones. Youth is something I'm kind of used to. However, I'm not getting any younger. I've hit a rut, that feeling in which you no longer feel jittery the night before your birthday. I've even forgotten my own birthday a few times this month. What is most likely going to happen is that a few close friends will come over to the house. We'll sit around, talk, eat. Perhaps go outside, if it isn't bitterly cold.
I don't know, guys. I just don't know.
