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The funny thing is, I used to be an HUGE Harry Potter fan. Enormous. I owned nine cloaks and presented a paper at a convention (really badly, but never mind that) and went to premiers in a nine-layer reasonably-chronologically-authentic Helga Hufflepuff costume. That I had sewed myself. Etc.

And I almost didn't even go last night. In the end, I just thought that I didn't want to be so grown-up I missed a midnight premiere of my very first fandom...and I went. And I'm even glad I did. But I think if I hadn't I wouldn't have regretted that either, and it kind of makes me sad inside. But sleeeeep!

So, anyway, ( Cut for...not spoilers, exactly? But my impressions may color your viewing )