𝐀𝐙𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐄𝐎 ; was a normal girl with a boring life, obsessing with Harry Potter was her daily schedule. She's a total potterhead who uh- well dumbly and still currently waiting for her 'acceptance letter' at hogwarts in her bedr...
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❝ How long did you grow your beard, Professor? ❞ ―――――――
TO SAY THAT I WAS ADDICTED AT HARRY POTTER―was an understatement of the century. I was obsessed with it. And with the flooding Harry Potter videos in my TIKTOK for you page was not helping at all. It awoke my 11 year old harry potter crazed maniac that i tried to tone down for years now. I don't know why, but watching and reading makes me lost in reality and i felt more at peace than ever before. Harry Potter will always be my childhood and my escape to the harsh reality than this destructive world has cruelly brought in my life.
So my loser what you call human body was laying in my bed as i watch 'Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban' for the tenth time now, just so i can witness Draco Malfoy run his fingers through the Care of Magical Creatures Book. His long fingers running through the side of the book his rings visible.
Merlin..
And let's not forget the on point hairs of the other male casts. Talk about glow up, Christ.
I bawl my eyes out at the scene were Sirius Black- my dear padfoot was saying his farewell to Harry for the meantime. I swear to God man, when i say Sirius Black was hot was an understatement. He could murder me in my sleep anytime. He could even do anything he wants and i'll say thank you.
I watched 'The Goblet of Fire' next and of course. The moment Harry dragged Cedric's body back at the field I was yelling profanities at the television as i was bawling my eyes out. My mother might've heard me because she barged into my room and took in my appearance with an incredulous expression plastered in her face.
"Azi! What happene-The fuck?" If i was not in a dramatic mode i might have bursted out laughing at my mom's expression, she glanced around my room as her gaze landed on my television― where the dead body of Cedric Diggory was paused. She sighed, realization hitting her. She rubbed her temples as she stared at me again. "You know one of these days you'll give me a heart attack. What did i say about you toning it down, you crazy girl!" Mom said as she put her hands at her hips before taking the paper towel in my drawer and throwing it straight at my face.
"Clean your hideous face, sometimes i really question if you've hit your head while i was giving birth to you." She shot me another crazy look and walked out of my room and closed the door. And i just stood there, with my mouth hanging open as the tears started to feel sticky in my face.
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It was now past midnight and with an aching heart, i now have my 'Prisoner of Azkaban' book. To say that i haven't touched this since i was 12 maybe is true. Why? Because im a dramatic bitch, of course. I turned to open the front cover when it won't budge.
