Khairete, Mikaius returning as your humble paper-pauper.
I did not grow up with Harry Potter. I actively loathed it, having grown up on Lord of the Rings, I was simply too damn good for this kid’s crap. None of that “Diagon Alley” nonsense for my refined tastes! Mind you, plentiful WarCraft and Diablo “novels” were read, so I was clearly full of shit. I found out this year that Harry Potter is awesome. Dani sat me down for the movies, which were adorable and fun. Then she up and got me some of the books! Neat original editions too, gotta love those used book sales. Took me eight months to read the first book, a chapter here, a chapter there, between exams and assignments. What an adorable little book! I will never forget the damn awful “Mirror of Esired” as a name, but I also won’t forget the way in which Hagrid’s accent is written, or how quaintly the holidays were described. This first book is a delight – I thoroughly enjoyed it even at 25 years old; it reminded me of my own childhood and coming across the Hallo’ween and Christmas chapters at just the right time of the year really brought those passages to life.
“Harry had never in all his life had such a Christmas dinner. A hundred fat, roast turkeys, mountains of roast and boiled potatoes, platters of fat chipolatas, tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce – and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table. These fantastic crackers were nothing like the feeble Muggle ones the Dursleys usually bought, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats. Harry pulled a wizard cracker with Fred and it didn’t just bang, it went off with a blast like a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a Rear-Admiral’s hat and several live, white mice. Up on the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard’s hat for a flowered bonnet and was chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick had just read him.
Flaming Christmas puddings followed the turkey. Percy nearly broke his teeth n a silver Sickle embeddedin his slice. Harry watched Hagrid getting redder and redder in the face as he called for more wine, finally kissing Professor McGonagall on the cheek, who, to Harry’s amazement, giggled and blushed, her top hat lopsided.”
Watch the movies, read the books, hate Ron Weasley’s dumb face.
(Excerpt: Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone J.K. Rowling)