Reasons why Harry Potter means so much to me #1:
When I was 11 years old and started high school these 15 year old boys were making fun of me because of my ginger hair. They were calling me a ‘Wotsit’ which is ridiculously untrue, I am not a cheese-flavoured crisp, but I was getting upset all the same.
ALL of a sudden, in flutters these 3 beautiful sixth formers, veelas I swear, who obviously knew the boys and knew they were dickheads. The blonde one asks the boys what the hell they think they’re doing, and they said something like ‘We’re only having a laugh, look-at-the-little-nerds’ and I’m pretty sure they did the last bit in an American accent to make out like they were joking but the veelas weren’t having any of it.
They stepped in, the blonde leader girl looked me right in the eye, smiled, and said, “I’ve always wanted ginger hair-” and then she said it, she fucking said it -”I always thought Ginny Weasley was the coolest girl at Hogwarts.”
AND THAT’S HOW I GAINED THREE OLDER SISTERS WHO WATCHED-THE-FUCK OUT FOR ME FOR TWO YEARS UNTIL THEY LEFT SCHOOL.
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