I have to admit something horribly shameful.
I have yet to read the widely beloved Harry Potter series in it’s full glory.
I’ve been sorted into Hufflepuff by Pottermore and found my patronus yet I never got past the first book in J.K. Rowling’s praised work.
My mother has been trying to buy me the series for years but I’ve always been busy with other commissioned reading and obligations.
This year she’d had enough and I received this enormous and surprisingly heavy trunk wrapped in shimmery gold wrapping paper when the clock struck twelve on my birthday.
While I probably won’t finish the series until late June, I can’t wait to cannonball right in to the fandom and make new friends.