finale.

When something final is going on just outside, red carpet just beyond your second floor window, tea and internet connection in hand.
When you can remember with so much clarity, (something rare in your own childhood memory) spending your pocket money buying the books. Pestering dad to take you to see the first Harry Potter film, back when only three books had been published and I'd read them all, the book spines creased and loved. Mum and Dad prone to falling asleep in the cinema but me aged 10 being too absorbed to care.
When you remember that was ten years ago.
Some people just know what they want to be from a young age. I didn't then and I still don't which terrifies me, it fills me with unparalled anxiety.
What I do know is that the entire Harry Potter franchise was a huge part in shaping my passions today. Back in school it wasn't cool to like Harry Potter but, somehow, even then I knew that didn't matter much. Why would I regret something that has brought me complete solace and inspired me, frequently, constantly. I know I'm an intensely detached person in general, I always have been. But having characters who were always there, who never moved a pace without taking you with them, is a lasting comfort . And I don't expect anything to end here.

This final premiere, actually witnessing the obsessed crowds only assures me that I was never the only one. What more can you need to gently caress your heart.

To the ultimate British franchise of all time.