It was a bittersweet moment, sitting in the theater at 2:13 am on July 15, 2011, as the screen faded to black for the last time. I’m not going to lie, I cried a little.
Very necessary to toast the final midnight premiere with a round of butterbeer.
I’m so glad that the ending did the Harry Potter series justice. It was bloody brilliant.
But the reason why I waited so long after the premiere of the movie to write a blog post is because my fellow State College Harry Potter-loving friends and I were planning on having a commemorative HP night. I baked, of course.
Lovely wands made by Madhu. From front to back, you see a Lumos wand, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Avada Kedavra, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, etc.
Doing my thing :)
Golden butter cupcakes with butterscotch pudding filling, topped with butterscotch frosting, drizzled with butterscotch syrup, and butterscotch chips.
Poor little cupcake melting in the oppressive heat of our apartment.
The boys brewing up frozen butterbeer.
In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.
It is our choices, Harry, that show what we are, far more than our abilities.
If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.
Indeed, your failure to understand that there are things much worse than death has always been your greatest weakness.
It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends.
The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with caution.
Differences of habit and language are nothing are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more.