I awoke to the sound of the doorbell. This, followed by the usual “ifaaaaa”, was an obvious indication of their return. So I came down, still groggy until I spotted an orange paper bag with the words Bloomsbury printed at the bottom.

And so, for the past 1 ½ hours, I have apparated into the wizarding world, too engrossed to put it down. Alas, for the sake of my college education ( and also because I can’t bear to finish it up too quickly), I have decided to stop and start doing my portion of the WR.

I thought I’d outgrown it. But it seems like I’m a Potter kid through and through. The final installment, 8 years after Mummy presented me with my first Harry Potter book, way before the whole hype began. Dad, surprisingly, bought it on his own accord.

And I am wayyy toooo enticed to flip to the last chapter. But I cannot succumb to this temptation and shall find out about the ending the hard way(like it or not), by reading it page by page.

On another note, last night was rather enjoyable. A different company altogether, but everyone was nice.

kbye.