You call your teachers “Professor Smith” or “Professor Jones” when a simple “Mr. Smith” or “Mrs. Jones” will suffice. You believe Voldemort is in the shrimp dimension. You believe love conquers all. You get migraines and scream “Department of Mysteries!” You eyeball a blond father and son when you’re shopping
Dear Mr. Sirius Black, This is it, I guess. This is farewell, goodbye, adieu. I’m ready to let you go now. I wept like a baby when I saw the image of you in my head fall behind the veil at the Department of Mysteries in Order of the Phoenix.
In 2004, I was contacted to assist in the promotion as well as providing content for HPWizardry.com (now defunct). This was one of the articles I submitted for it. Jo Rowling answered a very valid obsession sweeping this world she created with some very sound advice at the most recent