An Unrelated Subject

When Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows has been out for a day and you've seen it twice, you're either obsessed with Daniel Radcliffe, or you're THE #1 Harry Potter fan. (There's a difference.) I fall into the latter category.

I found it twisted and exceptionally depressing I had been able to land pre-showing tickets to New Moon and not Harry Potter. Even though I didn't have connections to a showing last year, I was sitting in a roped off area with a wand clutched in my hand, waiting to get into a 12:01 showing of The Half Blood Prince. This year, however, my dreams were shattered by a tragic fact: It would be like asking someone to drive drunk, having my Dad drive me home at 2:30 in the morning. I would just have to wait until opening day. No big deal!

But it's a very big deal when you're me. A VERY big deal. I would be screaming with shadows under my eyes at midnight, when the entire world got to see Harry Potter at midnight- not to mention, the very idea of my friends, with their pre-showings tickets, made me want to cry. How could I miss it? I had practically stalked the filming of this movie, (a disturbingly easy task when you've got access to the internet). I could tell you when they filmed the Battle at Hogwarts, I could tell you who played Young Sirius Black, I could tell you Dumbledore's favorite flavor of jam. And I would have to wait until after school on Friday!

In sixth period on Thursday, I was called out of a Salem Witch Trials discussion to call home. I figured my house was probably on fire, or my sister was in the hospital. Instead, the school secretary was treated to one end of a conversation that went something like this:

"Hello? Is everything- What? No! I can't believe it! They- How- Yes, I- Oh my . . . Really! Oh! Goodbye!"

She looked relatively concerned for my mental sanity as I screamed and ran from the office. I slid back into my seat just in time to watch a video of the first witch hanging. "This is so wonderful!" I said.

"The hanging's disgusting," Brooklynn reminded me.

"The Mills family has an extra ticket!" I screamed. "They're taking ME, Brooklynn!"

"I understand if you find this a little disturbing," Ms. Haight said to the class.

"You'll have to let me know if there's really a nude scene," Brooklynn said.

"Normally, the neck wouldn't break immediately; the spectators would get to watch the five minute suffocation process," Ms. Haight told us.

"Do you think I could get out of seventh period?" I asked Brooklynn.

"Don't," she advised me.

"She accused him of being a wizard right before her hanging," Ms. Haight said. I squealed.