The Deathly Hallows and My (lack of) Catharsis

WARNING: BOOK AND MOVIE SPOILERS AHEAD!

I watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2 today.

Throughout the whole movie, I felt like something was ending, something BIG. Later I said to my mum that it didn’t just feel like something had ended. It felt more like a part of ME had ended as well.

(F7) Keeping the HARRY POTTER Love Alive

I was quite selfish with this feature. I FORCED poor Ava to comply and write me a Harry Potter post. Fortunately, she agreed before I pulled the Chinese torture implements. *phew*

You may have come across Ava’s name and links to her blog on here a couple of times. OKAY, a few times. But that’s only because I’m addicted to her writing. It’s so fresh and so… consistently good. I’m starting to believe this girl couldn’t get in a writing funk. I may have to prick and poke to determine if she’s a good candidate for my super-secret Writer’s Block Antidote Research program (W-BAR).