If this blog post seems in any way incoherent, it’s because I write this completely and totally keyed up beyond rational emotional response after seeing the final Harry Potter movie. I pretty much dislocated my arm due to repeated fist pumping throughout the movie, but this self-inflicted grievous bodily harm will in no way stop me from venting all of my fangirlie responses to you guys. After all, if Neville Motherfucking Longbottom (Yes, his middle name has officially been changed in light of this latest movie) can hobble over in serious pain towards Voldemort when all seems to be lost and still give him sass, I can do this.
You guys, I am not ready for Harry Potter to be over. But I take comfort in the fact that there are loads of you out there who get jokes like, “Is that a hair in my soup or is this Polyjuice Potion?” in an instant and are feeling exactly the same way.
SPOILERS ABOUND! YOU SHALL NOT PASS (ok, wrong movie!) if you have not seen the movie and want to go in completely blind.
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