All aboard the Hogwarts Express!

I'm on my way to Hogwarts!

As I've mentioned before, I am a huge Harry Potter fan. A Potterphile. A Pothead.

And since my visiting friend Beth, who left this morning, may be even more of a pothead than I am, we decided to visit London's ultimate cheesy photo op: Platform 9 3/4 in Kings Cross Station. It's real. You can push a luggage cart through to the platform and disappear and then get onto the Hogwarts Express, which runs from London to Hogsmeade Station, and which occasionally gets haunted by Dementors. 

There was a loooooong line to get our photos taken with our luggage, as we pushed our way through and left the Muggle world behind. We stood there probably a good 40 minutes, happily chatting about which of the books is our favorite (I made a strong case for #6, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, largely because my fictional, tortured crush Draco Malfoy features prominently), which of the movies we loved the most (for me, #5, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix), favorite moments, trivia, and so much more. We talked about bridging the gap between childhood and adulthood through the use of stories about wizards, magic, and good vs. evil. Stories that will never grow old, at least not for me.

When it was my turn, I draped a House Ravenclaw scarf around my neck, grabbed hold of my trolley.

And away I went.

Look me up at Hogwarts.

Love,
Joëlle