I was THAT GIRL in third grade who read all the Harry Potter novels. Unfortunately, reading while falling asleep wasn't the best idea, since every night I had a dream that Dobby would apparate all over the pkayground at my school. There was no escaping it. My day would be perfectly normal until recess. Suddenly, the clouds began to roll in and the sky turned a dark gray. Hearing a noise behind me, I turn around. There he is. Dobby the Elf. Exasperated, I begin to run away, but could not escape the house elf (who was the same size as me at the time).
Night after night, Dobby would apparate into every single one of my dreams. To this day, I carry the haunting images of his wrinkled face and worn rags flying behind me. My poor third grade self could had many sleepless nights.
