Butterbeer courses through your veins as you race through Hogsmead on your way back to Hogwarts. With Ravenclaw’s house colors on your cloak’s chest patch and with your striped scarf sticking to your neck from the humid Orlando air, your dreams of becoming a real Hogwarts student have finally come to life. Your childlike wonder is set ablaze and it’s like you’re eight years old again and the nostalgic memory of reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone on the floor of the public library swells in your heart.

Except you’re not a kid anymore. You’re an obsessive 38-year-old Potterhead shoving children out of the way to vie for space in line for the «Flight of the Hippogriff» ride at Harry Potter World while calling everyone around you muggles…

Via u/harrypottorr