That moment when you're at Hogwarts, your snowy owl on your shoulder... you prancing down the stairs, the smell of the morning feast bombarding your senses, spellbooks under your arm... and then you wake up.
And the only thing you can do is grab the nearest gadget, furiously slam your fingers into the keys and binge watch interviews, behind the scenes of the movies and little clips.
"I could have been there. I could have been the one doing that interview. I could have be there right now. That owl could have been mine."
But no, I wasn't born a witch. Thanks, genetics.
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When You're a Witch Stuck in a Muggle Body..
ChickLitif I find myself suddenly overcome by exhausting boredom, I'll get around to updating this. We cool? Cool. Stay unlit frens.
