When I was an elementary school child I didn’t much like to read or write, I never felt good enough for it.
My fifth year, which for us American kids is fourth grade, I had a teacher who read to us at the last half hour of our day. What she read to us was J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter.
I hadn’t been a big fan of the series, I was the kid who didn’t like anything popular, but when she read it to us I fell in love. I don’t remember exactly what it was about Rowling’s story that drew me in, but once we finished Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone, I was hooked. So much so that I purchased the first three in a school books sale box set by Scholastic.
I became obsessed. By the end of the school year I was writing mock “Daily Prophets”. It became my only outlet away from what was very much a Dursley dynamic household. I was able to grow up alongside Harry, Hermione, and Ron. I was able to learn right from wrong and learned that good and evil aren’t always black and white. That the person that you least expect to have your back, ends up saving you in a way you could have never imagined.
With the release of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, all these feelings are coming back and motivating me to read more. I might just end up rereading the entire series, but I think it will be good for me. I also love how the book addresses the uncertainty of parenthood and it makes me look forward to maybe one day being a parent myself.
The release of this book also let me rekindle my love for cosplay. I had forgotten how empowering and inspiring it can be! I threw together a Bellatrix Lestrange costume from what I had in my closet and spent the next five hours taking pictures and having fun with my fellow cosplayers! I forgot how nice it was to embody someone’s favorite character and watch as they nervously ask me if they can take a picture with me.
I had forgotten how meaningful something small like that can be to a child or even another adult. I had a mom come up to me and thank me for dressing up, how it made her day and how she wished her daughter could experience it the way we did. I look her daughter in the eyes and told her the truth, that dressing up and being apart of a community like this was one of the most rewarding things I have ever done.
In my life I have ever uttered few true statements, I’m glad I have remembered this small truth.
On a fun note, I’ll post one ofmy pictures from the event below and the remainder will be on my Instagram (username velfree).
Let the magic flow!