It is an important day, y'all. An important day. I went to the movies. And guess what I saw?

That's right. And it was a fat sack of expecto patronum fantasticness! I mean, holy Hogwarts!

I'll spare you the whole "it's the end of an era" stuff. Even though, I'm feeling the same way I felt after finishing the seventh book . . .like the story I had personally discovered (and what 11 year old that picked up The Sorcerer's Stone at their school's book fair the year it hit the US of A doesn't feel like they discovered Harry and consequently grew up with him?) had ended and I wasn't sure what everyone was supposed to do without a midnight showing or reading about the world we all wished we were a part of. I also felt some things were rather perfect, giving me the satisfied feeling I was longing for in this 2 hour 40 minute goodbye.Neville standing up to Voldemort in a fair isle sweater, was a highlight. Although the standing up was rather wonderful, I'd have to say it was the sweater that did me in. Boys, are you listening? Do like the Britts, wear knits of the fair isle variety.
Ooops! Not exactly a high light of the film per say but it doesn't bear ignoring. Why hello Neville, I would love to go out with you in your three piece suit, felt flower boutonniere and darling self. Just let me slip into something a little less like yoga pants and arts institute tshirt and I'll be right with you. Who'd a thunk? And I know you can't tell in this picture, but he has a really nice smile, which includes good teeth. Sweet mercy. The dark horse of attractiveness in the Harry Potter race.

Other highlights include the protecting of Hogwarts (I literally felt tears begin to well up in my eyes as those beloved fictional people got ready for battle) and Sanpe's unrequited love and a few kisses (one more satisfying than the other). Not to mention the bit that made me cry in the book and the movie (spoiler alert: it has to do with a convo between Harry and his mama). Part of me says the whole dream-realizing thing was a highlight (I know, right? I must have it pretty bad)

Maybe it's the ownership I feel from the first time I randomly chose the first book out of a line up that makes me all misty-eyed for the bravery, friendship and triumph after a struggle that's in this movie.
Even more than that, I rather lamely ask myself "would I be brave enough for that?" I fancy I would be. I fancy I'd be clever and brave enough to be part of their gang, kicking Death Eater butt and taking names. But what kid who grew up with Harry, Ron and Hermione doesn't?(Can you see me? I'm running just behind Ron . . .too much? ok, ok, maybe. I guess there's really only room for one Ginger in the posse, I'll just have to accept that.)