Does anyone even like, remember me?
It’s been a while. A long while.
Millions of middle aged men and women will dust off the old toy wands
the browning pages of books long forgotten
strange cloaks, black rimmed glasses that havent been worn in decades
and those men and women will hold vigils in the streets
as a soft, sad melody echoes around the crying faces
And the halls of Hogwarts will spring to life again
as those same men and women go home to their families
and hold their children, who don’t know who Harry Potter is
It’s eight in the morning and im crying thanks tumblr.
go sit in the corner and think about what you’ve done.