...has excited me so much that I seem to have gone a little mad.
Not only am I re-reading all the books...
(I approach the viewing of each new instalment of the Harry Potter film franchise with the same attitude I would an exam for which I need to prepare.)
...Not only am I reading them aloud to a long-suffering B...
(If I don't have someone to discuss the film with who has the same - okay, that would be ridiculous - almost the same amount of knowledge of the books as I do, there is a very real chance I could explode having seen it.)
...Oh no, that's not enough.
I have gone a step-further.
When my aunty turns 50 this month, her birthday party will be a Harry Potter themed murder mystery party...
(Thank the gods that I have a relative as obsessive as I am)
...and I have offered to write it.
Cue countless examples of literary liberty-taking, wand jokes a-plenty, lip-licking at the prospect of making our own butterbeer and the pondering of how to replicate a memory viewed by pensieve.
Is there anybody out there doing anything as obsessively bonkers?
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