We made it!!! After bursting into tears upon rounding a corner and catching my first glimpse of the magnificent Hogwarts Castle high on a distant craggy cliff, I goose pimpled my way through the gates into the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.
The scarlet steam engine stands sentinel at the entrance, snow covered shops line the crooked lane of Hogsmeade, and frothy mustached butterbeer drinkers exclaim excitedly over their ear wax flavored Bertie Bott’s.
The only possible way to describe it is… magical.
I keep expecting to see a Hungarian Horntail claw its way up one of the crooked chimneys. For someone who’s loved Harry for more than half her life, it’s like coming home.
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