Mischief Managed

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

My childhood as I once knew it came to an end at midnight on July 15th with the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2. It's a little odd to have nothing to wait for all of the sudden-no book releases, no movie premiers, I can no longer count down the days before I get the next freakishly heavy addition to the series in my abnormally small hands. It's like a good friend has died. A good, magical, British, Dark wizard-defeating friend.

I am going to miss Harry Potter so very very much. These books have been a part of my life since kindergarten, when The Management and I cracked open The Sorcerer's Stone for the first time. And I'll admit, on more than one occasion I was scared out of my wits while reading, but over the course of ten years Harry, Ron, Hermione and everyone at Hogwarts have taught me a lot about being a person.

I learned to be comfortable in my own skin

with Luna.

I learned to be brave with Neville.

Seamus taught me that pyromania is a valuable asset.

I learned loyalty from Sirius.

Ron taught me to be a goof.

For that matter, so did Fred and George.

Hagrid showed me how to care for others.

Hermione showed me how to kick butt.

Snape taught me how to love.

Harry taught me how to fly.

And Dumbledore taught me everything else.

From the Sorcerer's Stone to the Deathly Hallows, I have fought, learned, loved, and lived along with Harry. I know that whenever something is wrong I can turn to any page and find comfort. No matter what happens, "help is always given at Hogwarts to those who deserve it." Thanks, Jo Rowling, for teaching me and others to believe in magic.