EC: Margaux just had the funniest dream. Bwahahaha. I still can’t get over it.
Julie: What did she dream about?
EC: That she was accepted in Hogwarts, and that the Sorting Hat placed her in the fifth house.
Julie: Fifth? Wait, there are only four houses. Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff…
EC: She dreamt that she’s in Tinky-Winky!
Julie: Tinky-Winky ampotah. Bwahahahahahahahaha!
That’s pretty much the conversation I heard 8 years ago that got me reading the Harry Potter series. I got tired of hearing my barkada talk about fictional names and places that I had zero inkling of. I wanted to join the trivial fun of house wars and spell casting.
I went to National Bookstore in ATC and bought books 1 and 2, Harry Potter and Philosopher’s Stone and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. I finished the book in less than 24 hours. After a week, my Tita Vina sent me hardbound copies of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, books 3 and 4. Needless to say, there was a phase in my life that I was Harry Potter-obsessed. A phase when I had to first say Lumos! before I switched the light on, called every smartypants Hermione, and muttered Aveda Kedevra! when I came across exes.
My besty Donnie made up silly (unsuccessful) rumors that he’s the real author, not JK Rowling. He told me JK stands for JoKla, a substandard manipedi homosexual who stole his idea. JK phoned one night and Donnie told him he’s writing a story called Harry Puta. Because JK’s phone was analog, the signal was crappy and he asked in confusion, “What Donnie? Har-ry Pot-tah?”
“JK, you’re an idiot. It’s Harry Puta. Pu-ta.”
“Oh, Ha-ry Pot-tah. Harry Pot-tah!”
Yes, yes. The series was the source of my joy and laughter. I was passionately absorbed. I wanted to kill the Dursleys especially horse-faced Aunt Petunia. I wanted to go to Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley. I wanted to befriend Hagrid so that I could try to tame a hipogriff and teach Fang some tricks. I loved Albus Dumbledore and his nondirect words of wisdom. I adored Cedric Diggory and I shed a tear when he was murdered by Voldemort in book 4.
And.I.Loathed.Cho.Chang. I think it was because of her that I stopped reading. I just felt she wasn’t right for Harry. Imagine my absolute disgust when I heard Heart Evangelista was selected to play Cho in the film.
It was only last week when I decided to read the last three books. See, when I was stuck in Morong I couldn’t watch the telly because of the power failure and I couldn’t go out because of the typhoon. I read book 3 again and the Hogwarts magic came alive once more. When I went back to Manila, I downloaded ebooks of the last 3 and finished reading in less than 3 days.
My eyes still hurt.
Haha, I really only wanted to share that my eyes are giving me discomfort again. I just couldn’t resist sharing the Tinky-Winky and JoKla stories as well.
listening to: The Wombats – Bleeding Love