I can honestly say there are few things in this world I love more than Harry Potter. Perhaps the only way it can be improved upon is by mixing Harry Potter and time spent with Naomi and Sophie. Well I’m thoroughly delighted to say that there will be much of said mixture over the next week, since the three of us are having a Harry Potter marathon - watching one of the films each evening for the next week. It will be the perfect antidote to a long day of revision for my collections when I get back to Oxford and reading for the Texts and Contexts paper next term. I haven’t seen Sophie for months now and, though I saw Nomee briefly last week, it’s been a long time since we had any quality time together. There’s something about Harry Potter which seems pretty integral to our relationship actually, beyond the obvious connection of there being three of them and three of us. We grew up with the books and, for all their faults, enjoyed picking the films apart once they had been released, so there’s definitely a sense that it’s our thing. I think back over the hours and hours we spent discussing what might happen before the final book was published with real fondness. Of course, Tolkien is heroic, Dahl highly amusing, Blyton quaint and evocative, but I believe that J. K. Rowling manages to be all three - truly a writer of our generation with a unique and complex story. And as lame as lots of our peers will think us for loving these books and films as we do, they’re now so much a part of us and the characters like familiar old friends that I don’t think any of us cares. So now I look to eight o’ clock when we three can settle down with our blankets and biscuits and remind ourselves of what we were like when we were eleven. Welcome home girls.